Lucky Bamboo Meaning

Puzzling out the seating chart

Here's the good news about the week before you get married: Your car is really clean. Like, really clean. Cleaner than it's been since that first year of grad school when you had no life and spent every Saturday detailing your car and taking your dog hiking. In fact, in the process of cleaning your car, you'll break off two of the fingernails you've been carefully cultivating since May, and one of them will be on your left hand, which everyone will be looking at during the wedding weekend to see your rings, and you won't even care that much, because your car is so clean.

("Can't you get a falsie?" Seth asked when I showed him my broken thumbnail. "You're allowed to have a falsie at your wedding. I won't tell.")

Oh, and P.S., you also have about 5,000 things to do at home. But hey, guess what? Your car is clean! Also, your laundry is done and your toilet is scrubbed, and all the Wallflowers in your house have been refilled, and the whole place smells like something called White Citrus! Look how productive you are!

Yes, in the week before you get married, it will be the small victories that count. Speaking of which, do you like Tetris?

Seth and I have both been humming the Tetris theme (above) to ourselves since yesterday afternoon, which is when we started doing all our seating arrangements all over again. Due to a mixup involving our venue, our coordinators and apparently ourselves, we found out yesterday afternoon that our table assignments, which were based on a 10-to-a-table model and were essentially complete, all had to be redone because we thought we were using six-foot tables (which seat 10 people) and everyone else thought we knew we were using five-foot tables (which seat eight people) and were just insisting on cramming our guests into very small spaces. I'm not sure how the confusion arose, but, as Richard Fish would say, bygones. It happened and we're now recovering, and by recovering I mean "spending our entire Tuesday afternoon and evening reseating 175 guests at 23 tables instead of 21."

Did I mention my Champagne consumption has gone up to about a bottle a night? Well, it has.

Here's the thing about seating your guests at your wedding: It's an art. At least, it should be. We've all been to weddings (and by "we've all" I mean "I have and I expect you'll go along with me for this ride because hey, you've come this far") at which we were seated at terrible tables with people with whom we had nothing in common, and we've all been to weddings at which we were seated with strangers who soon became friends. Like the wedding in Boston last year at which Seth and I were seated with several of his college friends (who wanted to stand at the bar with Seth and drink like they were 22 again) and a gay couple (who wanted to dance all night and were thrilled to have a couple of women to dance with). That was an absolutely brilliant seating arrangement, and Chris and Brianna, if you're reading this: Well done.

Lucky Bamboo Plants: Lucky Bamboo - Origin, Care & Feeding ...

Plants but believe they do not have a green thumb. All it requires is water! It can be placed in a large glass or a vase of water and it will grow. I prefer to place it in a nice ceramic bowl with some pea gravel, aquarium gravel, or marbles to hold it securely. I also put a few stalks together and tie them with some natural raffia to make a bow.

I would suggest that they be placed out of the reach of children and pets. Just like most house Bamboo roots tend to grow quickly and it does not hurt to trim the roots when they get too long.

Meaning

The number of stems determines the kind of luck you'll have. For example, one stem represents a solid beginning; three stems represent luck in health and love; eight stems represent wealth; nine represent luck in marriage and business.

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