The Registration

So last night Bonnie and I decided it was time to go and register for our wedding. We had debated on whether or not to do this because we have stuff, we aren't some 20 year old couple starting out for the first time, so really, what's the point right? Well after to speaking to some people and getting their advice, we decided, what the hell, why not, and went and registered.

We went to Bed, Bath and Beyond as this is supposed to be a really good place to go do such a thing according to our "registry coordinator" (we really do not have one of these, just somebody who wants to be ;)). Well let me tell you, BBB is ready for people like us. They have a little desk off to the side of the store where you sit down and filll out a sheet of paper with all of your vitals on it. They have an annoying girl helping you, laughing at everything you say and asking you how you met. A tad annoying, but whatever, we made it through. After doing all of this, they give you this awesome scanner and with this scanner you walk around the store and scan items that you want people to buy you. I really enjoyed this part. "Look a garlic press, we need that", SCANNED! "What's this, a rubber egg poaching thing? Why not?", SCANNED! My excitement lasted for about 40 minutes until we began looking at things I didn't care so much about. Sheets, towels, those little pillows that people put on their beds....you know, girly stuff ;). (Oh, I failed to mention that there were about 4 or 5 other couples doing this as well, all about 20-22 and going over every little thing. "What about this silverware" says woman. "I already have silverware" says man. "But what if it's not what I WANT" says woman. You get the idea.)

So after about an hour or so, we had finished and were feeling pretty good about ourselves. We went to the little wedding area and told the young woman that we had finished and she responds "Are you sure, you only have 44 items" To which we respond, "Uh, is there a minimum we were unaware of?" "Well, says young annoying wedding lady, "I just had a couple register for 408 items." What in the hell I thought. Who needs 408 items? What in the world did they sign up for? "What's this, the kitchen dept.? I'll take it!" How long were they there, half the day? Did they pack a lunch? I couldn't believe it. After assuring the young wedding lady that we actually own stuff and are not still in our parent's basements, she seemed to be okay with everything and let us go. So, we are now registered at Bed Bath and Beyond. Please feel free to visit the store and buy us all the stuff we have asked for!