Invitations are out!

Last week we finally sent out the invitations to the Chinese reception. Here's a look at the invitation set, complete with RSVP, invitation and map of reception site and hotel.


Now let me tell you about the drama behind it. First you should know that Chinese invitations tend to trend towards the corny and even tacky. These invitations were the best at the two print shops I checked in Chinatown. My very first issue with the invitations happened when we were looking at invitations. The paper insert that has the printed information was pink. Yes crayon pink and there was something funky going on in the paper, almost like mulberrry paper where the fibers are visable. That was a no go and I knew enough to inquire about alternatives and was told that it'd be no problem. Then we had to proof the invitations. I headed down to Chinatown (haha, that rhymed) during lunch one day and dropped off the wording. At this visit I learned that the paper that I decided on to have the text printed wouldn't work because of the invitations I picked out but after some back and forth the printer was able to locate paper that would work. Then we went back and forth twice on the wording and voila we were done and just had to have them printed. The print shop said they'd be done in a week so I said I'd stop by Satuday morning and pick them up ...

A week passed and it was Saturday morning and I decided to go to Chinatown before heading to my FSIL's house. I showed up around 10:30am and was told the invitations weren't ready and would be in about an hour and a half. WHAT!#@! I didn't have time to wait around and with a panic attack about to occur I left and ended up calling my mom. We collectively figured out that perhaps we can take half of them and at least start getting them put together and addressed. I hopped out of the car and popped back into the print shop to inquire about taking part of the batch. I walked into the shop and the employees where no where to be found but smack in front of my face, on the counter, were MY invitations. The employees walked out and I knew that very moment that those PUNKS had not even started printing the invitations. ARGH!

I had no choice but to call it quits and head to FSIL's. I ended up taking the subway on Monday, during my lunch hour, to Chinatown to pick them up. Boohoo. But now all the invitation drama is over and the RSVPs are rolling in.

United Printing in Chinatown gets a C- in my book.