life is not exactly great right now and this morning i received an ill-timed e-mail from a woman who works at the studio that filmed and edited our wedding DVD. it nearly sent me over the edge.
the DVD was lovely and well done, but during our first dance segment—which, as you know, we worked hard on and were very proud of—they cut to a crowd reaction shot at the most interesting part. there was plenty of coverage of our box-stepping, but the cool combination in the middle was completely, utterly missing.
i e-mailed the studio to ask if a re-edit was possible (since they'd assured me the dance was there in its entirety) or if i could get the raw footage so we could at least see the whole thing.
it took her a week to get back to me, but the woman finally wrote back today. she made it seem like i'd somehow insulted the studio by calling out their careless editing and that they were doing me a huge favor—not to mention compromising their artistic integrity—by re-working the DVD.
then she threw in this line: "by the way, did you know that you had a wardrobe malfunction. that is not in the video, but when i give you your raw tapes, you will see it. "
i was seriously stunned when i read that. because yes, i did know i had a wardrobe malfunction—or at least, i was aware that my husband realized i had a wardrobe malfunction at the end of the dance (when i went to high five him after our big dip-and-kiss finale). i checked with my entire bridal party and a huge cross-section of our guests afterward and no one saw anything. or, at least they had the good sense to not to tell me they saw anything, which i chose to believe.
maybe i'm just extremely sensitive right now but throwing that tidbit out there in such a manner, on a monday morning after a really crappy weekend—it just rubbed me the wrong way. i envisioned their creepy editors huddled around a monitor playing and replaying that part of the footage. it's probably my overactive imagination and i have no idea if their editors are creepy or not. but why did she feel the need to tell me that? today? i'm vulnerable already and now i feel mortified and violated to boot.
and after all that, she signed the e-mail, "Love, {name redacted}"
love? love!? i don't even know you, lady, and you just really embarrassed me. i fired off a response immediately, which made me feel better for about five minutes. now i just feel crappy again.
like i said—i'm on the edge. i'm not one to wish my life away, but i cannot wait for this stupid month to be over.
mbm
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