Setting: Oceanstone Inns, afternoon wedding tasting. It's drizzly out (big surprise in Nova Scotia), I have this weird 24 hour nausea and we're expecting big things for the couple hundred dollars we dropped for a *tasting*.
I look out the window and imagine practicing yoga right -there-, the spot of grass cushioned by trees and on the ocean shore.
The 'Wedding Captain' (yep, that IS her title- but she's sweet so I forgive her. Plus I don't think it was her choice) cheerily brings over two different 'signature martini' options that she has conveniently left unnamed... Um.
Since I think signature drinks are... lame... I took a deep breath and smiled up with a 'sure we'll try them!'
They tasted kinda like gasoline. The former bartender me sipped and judged. My inner (and perhaps whispered to Andrew, I'll admit) dialogue went like this: 'UGH, these taste like crap. I could make better martini's than these. In fact my Green Apple Martinis were kick ass.... unlike these.' Très unyogic.
The food was... meh. However, I think the chef was trying to impress with two lobster options. Little did he know that I'm kinda a lobster snob- what with being a fisherman's daughter and all. After two lobster dishes with the cartilage left in the claws and meat that was either frozen or extremely overcooked (i.e. dry) lobster was vetoed from the menu.
At this point I am seeing the value of having a tasting- no signature drinks, no lobster and that's RIGHT Lisa is the fussiest person on the face of the planet. Thank goodness that I'll probably only eat little bits anyways, since I'll be wayyyy too nervous to be tempting the stomach issues on that day.
Enter specific talk about wedding day stuff with the Wedding Captain. She was fantastic and was actually pretty supportive of our 'we're playing Rock Band, and collecting our own local flowers, and using beeswax candles, and having our own wine bottles for random said flowers...' and so forth.
But... we were getting to the really anal 'eco' stuff that had been plaguing my thoughts for a while. Kinda like when you go to Subway (when I used to go to Subway) and wonder if it was too bonkers to ask the 'Subway Artist' to change their gloves and knife because they *just* had their hands elbow deep in tomato-mayo-onion-pickle juice from the previous sandwich. Ya know, uncomfortable 'are you really asking me this' looks and everything type of questions.
I took a deep breath and: 'Speaking of cottages, is there composting and recycling available for our guests there?' pause and lean back...
I did get the impression that I was probably the first person to ever really care about this aspect with regards to a wedding... but she answered me quite matter of factly and almost didn't even blink when I said I'd consider leaving an instruction sheet helping guests use their organics bin and recycling system. Although I said it was out of my control whether or not they actually used the huge, at the back of the property composter... and she agreed... silently I thought- 'I really really hope they use the composter. I would hate for all that waste to be because of our wedding. Maybe I could include little brown bags and old icecream buckets for ease of use. And make diagrams with pictured instructions.' Insert guilty feeling pang.
Now that was a moment of Overboard Eco Overshare. For all you Eco-Peeps who silently have over the top eco-thoughts and immediately think: 'I am crazy'. No? Only me?
and... off to my BFF's wedding for the weekend! Happy Natal Day Weekend everyone... hopefully some yoga will help ease the eco-crazies :)
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