As promised, here is where we are getting married:
It’s the first place we saw, when we got back from Paris and started the hunt. Immediately when I walked in, I knew. This was the place. There is a courtyard and garden and a gorgeous Victorian house, and we get full reign over all of them for the day. It’s a few blocks from our house, my nail salon, my hair salon, a stone’s throw from the park, and down the block from a hotel. It’s perfect. I cried. Jamal, on the other hand, needed to see other options. Not because he didn’t love the place (he did), but because the man is incapable of making a decision without exhausting every other option. And making a spreadsheet. My future husband, ladies and gents. I don’t doubt he had a spreadsheet about me.
So we saw five or six other options, and I was mostly doing it to humor him. My heart was stuck on the first place. And wouldn’t you know it, I was right! We have well over a year and a half to get everything else in order, though, so I’m not sweating the details at this point. We have the freedom to pick our own caterer and buy our own alcohol, which is preferable to being locked into an exclusive caterer (those of you who have gotten married understand how much they can gouge you on price simply because they’re your only option).
So, yeah! Step one: pick a venue, accomplished! I already have my dress, so I guess I can cross of step two? I’ll show it to you another time. What a tease.