Setting: the bride's parents' apartment
Protagonists: the bridal couple, the witnesses (sister & brother-in-law), & the bride's parents
Subject: the style of the items indicating everybody's seat, the style of the flower decorations, a photo collage of all attendees, the gift for the guests, and various other things.

Important thing to know: the bride announced months ago that she will NOT under ANY circumstances have regular cookie-cutter joe-schmoe folded cards with everybody's name on them on the tables - or anything remotely resembling folded cards. She wants something original and memorable, but has not had THE idea for them yet. Hence tonight's meeting was scheduled: to come up with an original concept and idea for those.

Mother: So, Saturday we'll get together and put these together.
Bride: Okay, works for me. Here is the material, let's come up with something cool.
Mother: I thought you'd bring the prototype already.
Bride: No, I don't have a prototype... that's what I came here for - to COME UP with one.
Mother: Okay... *starts playing with the materials, coming up with a few ideas, still enthusiastic"
Sister: *gets into the action and tosses around ideas*
Bride: *to groom* Will you be there, Saturday, too?
Groom: Umm, no.
Bride: Why not?
Groom: Because my standards are higher than that... you know me. I'd just take everything away from you girls and do it all myself.
*stunned silence*
Bride: What...? *glares at groom*
Groom: *innocent* What...?
Father: Why are you taking everything word for word?
Bride: Because he just insulted Mom!
Sister: Oh. My. God. Let's go home, they are starting again.
Bro-in-Law: No... let's play some UNO.
Father: Ok... let's UNO.
Bride: Hello...? We didn't come here to play UNO, we came here to come up with a friggin' prototype! I thought that was clear.
Father: Well... get on with it then!
Bro-in-Law: *goes off to watch a videotaped soccer game*
Bride: *starts to sketch an idea*
Mother: Huh...? That's WAY too complicated! I thought we already talked about not putting any flowers in there... WHO is going to do that on the morning of the wedding? And... oh, the money!
Sister: We could use plastic flowers...
Bride: I HATE plastic flowers...! *shows sketch to groom anyway*
Groom: *glances over* That is WAY too complicated, we can't do this, this, this, this, and that! We already talked about this before!
Bride: *sighs*
Mother: *suddenly very aggravated at not having come up with a definite concept within the first 15 minutes of discussion* Why don't you just go with folded cards! They are simple to make, elegant looking, and...
Bride: Mom! I don't WANT folded cards! I told you that weeks ago! What's wrong with doing something original and creative! Nothing about our wedding is cookie-cutter, why would we have cookie-cutter name-signs? NO CARDS!
Mother: Well! That's just IT! Why does EVERYTHING have to be extravagant! The castle! The dress! The rings! Don't you think you should tone it down a bit? A nice balance between extravagant and simple would be good, why can't you have cards? We don't have to put them horizontal, we can put them up like so... *stands them like a greeting card*... and have them in the style of your invitations, like so... *holds material up to the standing paper*... and inside you can have a photo of you! Or a thank-you note! See? Wonderful!
Sister: Ummm... that's kinda cool...
Bride: I DON'T WANT FOLDED CARDS...!
Father: Can't you say that in a nice way...?
Sister: Hey... how about little boxes...? Like so... *sketches*
Bride: Hey... wow... yeah... that's pretty cool!
Mother: ...and we can wrap this around here, and put this here... and maybe write the names here on the lid...
Groom: Ummm... what about the gifts for the guests...? I was thinking about doing this thing...
Bride: *rolls eyes*
Father: Why are you rolling your eyes? I kinda like that idea.
Bride: It's way over the top...
Father: Well, not everything can go your way, if he wants to do this, then...
Mother: Well, now that's really silly! You want all this extravaganza, but this is too over the top for you? Explain to me how you make sense.
Bride: 70 of those??? 70?!?!? We have 6 weeks and he isn't even finished yet with the papel picado...
Groom: Oh, I can do that... not a problem...
Bro-in-Law: *from the floor, where he is sitting watching the game* Umm... not to interrupt here...
Bride: What...?
Groom: What...?
Mother: Mmm...?
Bro-in-Law: Well... usually those gifts are just one per family... not for everybody...
Groom: So, I'd only have to make about... umm... 40? I can do that.
Bride: But that's so corny...
Father: Don't go on trashing all his ideas!
Bride: He just trashed my sketch!
Groom: Sweetie... tell me what you want. It's up to you. If you say no, I won't do these things. Just let me know, ok? Just know that I can do them.
Bride: No... okay... sweetie... if your heart is into this, then do it. It's your wedding as much as mine, and if that's something you want to do, then you should. Just make sure you get them DONE, ok? *blows kiss*
Groom: *blows kiss*
Sister: What will we put inside the boxes...?
Father: You STILL haven't figured this out yet? And how about the pictures for the collage, who has them?
Mother: Cookies...!
Bride: Almonds... uhh... no, umm, who do we need pictures from still?
Father: Don't you know? *shakes head violently and gets up to get the guest list*
Mother: We can put a flower sticker on those boxes... if they have daisies...
Sister: Candy...! Let's put in candy!
Father: Do you have pictures of him...? Ok... her? Ok... them? No? Well, when will you GET them already? And have you called your cousin's wife yet about the flowers?
Bride: No, uhhh... no cheapy stickers, ok?
Sister: Ok... tomorrow we'll go buy those boxes, white ribbons, stickers... don't forget the green silk and glue, ok?
Mother: We don't even know yet if we can still get daisies in September!
Father: What? Why haven't you called her yet? I don't understand this... make a list... those things could have been done a long time ago! You can fit these things in anytime inbetween... it won't cost you more than 5 minutes to call...
Mother: White roses and ivy?
Bride: Well, I am sorry... I didn't have time...
Sister: Phonophobia...
Bride: I like that... if they don't have daisies anymore...
Mother: I don't wanna go to this one florist though... so expensive... but then, at least we know they do awesome work...
Father: When are we going to make an appointment with the manager of the party room...?
Mother: How 'bout Wednesday?
Father: No... not this week. I have appointments too, okay?
Bride: Next Wednesday?
Father: *enraged tirad about mismanagement of time*
Bride: Okay... sorry... next Wednesday it is then... here, let me write it down... we should tell them about decorations... we need to make sure the table decorations and my bouquet and the car decorations look alike...
Father: What??? What is this... are you going crazy? We'll take whatever they have... do you think about money at ALL anymore...?
Bride: But...
Father: *to Mom* Do YOU remember we talked about this...?
Mother: Uh, yeah... remember, they said they were going to do the decorations, and we need to tell them what we want...
Bride: And we need these things anyway... what's wrong about color/flower-coordinating them?
Father: *pouts and glares*
Bro-in-Law: *fell asleep on the couch*
Sister: Tsss... just as long as we HAD to tape that stupid game...
Bride: Uh, make sure you call the hotel and make reservations for my friend... he's coming on the 6th...
Sister: Oh... ooops... forgot about that. Yeah... *jots a note down*
Mother: Okay, so tomorrow after work we meet and then we go buy the boxes... we'll see about whatever we will put into them later...
Bride: I know! Pastel sugar hearts!
Sister: Where can we get those...? *frowns*
Father: Why don't you just buy the candy ALREADY? What's the point of going AGAIN in two weeks??? Just do it!
Mother: Because we have no car with us... and for that we need to go to that one store...
Father: *head turns dangerously red, veins start to be visible*
Sister: Let's go home... when he gets like that, it's better we leave.
Bro-in-Law: *wakes up*
Groom: Dude... let's go to Hooters.

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