It’s time to break the silence.
Truth must ring out, proclaimed from the rooftops and known among the streets:
Not everything that happens in movies is how things happen in real life.
I, for one, am shocked and personally appalled.
But, it is what it is, and today that whispered shadow of a rumor came crashing into reality at about 9:15am as Kevin and I walked into Crate and Barrel, armed with an iPhone and the promise of a wedding registry event.
In all fairness, thanks to springing forward, we had lost an hour and were fashionably late, which only added to the frazzled looks in our eyes when the sweet salesgirl set us loose on the store, calling after us, “Feel free to ask if you have any questions!”
“So, um…” I looked at Kevin, and then at the first row of shelves, “do you want to start with water glasses?”
Luckily the sales team heard my awkward pitch, and appeared like fairy godmothers to the rescue, arming us with a registry checklist and a basic plan of attack.
Sidenote: I highly recommend starting your registry experience at a Crate and Barrel event, even if you end up not using that registry, because they have free food and coffee and everyone in the store legitimately wants to explain everything.
We wandered and scanned and talked about color schemes and even laughed at a few crazy items (I might have added a $300 gelato maker while Kevin wasn’t looking), and after a few hours wandered out the door to go get some lunch.
Here’s the thing, though: I had this vision in my head of couple wandering around a store, sooo in love, scanning and giggling and getting psyched about the new life they were starting together.
Kevin and I didn’t have a bad time, but it wasn’t anything like the movies- no sound track or inside jokes or playing hide and seek between the aisles and aisles of dish sets.
It was a bit disappointing, walking out of the Crate and Barrel, a little tired and a lot let down. Maybe we weren’t a “good couple,” or maybe we weren’t ready to get married, or maybe this whole thing was doomed from the start- and what were we even thinking, anyway?
But, we had other things to do, and a few hours later we walked into a rum bar with a phenomenally fun bartender who let us try all sorts of different types of rum, and with a bit of a Latin infusion, we headed to Target to finish our registry marathon.
I don’t know if it was warmer weather or the sips of rum or the fact that I had let all my morning’s expectations go, but our Target experience was the complete opposite of Crate and Barrel.
First, there was no event- no free food, no excited salespeople, no private hours just for engaged couples. It was just Target, full of tired moms with screaming toddlers and college students home on spring break.
Secondly, we knew how the system worked. We could scan like pros and we knew that the kitchen would have yellow and the bathroom would be blue.
Finally, we had a strict deadline: we had thirty minutes to scan what we could before we had to be out the door, so we walked up and down the aisles once (or twice) and if we couldn’t decide, we moved on.
And it was so fun.
It was inside jokes and silly scans out loud laughter and stolen kisses. It was everything the way registering is explained in the moves, only it was way better.
Because it was Kevin.
And because we might be eating homemade gelato and air popped popcorn for the rest of our lives because we couldn’t decide on a frying pan.
And because if I could pick one person to eat gelato and popcorn with, it will always be him.
I learned a lot today.
First, Crate and Barrel events really are great.
But honestly, a little rum and a time crunch might be better.
Leave the Hollywood expectations at home- he’s your FIANCE, not your co-star.
Definitely start your registry in a store, and don’t worry if you scan every weird thing in said store…. Just make sure to tell your mom your log in so she can delete the weird things and save you from a lifetime of gelato dinners.
Not that that would actually be that bad. 😉