I know that everyone’s gone through the same deal: The Mister asks, we scream/cry/holler “yes”, then we say…well, now what?
Since all of us ladies (contrary to popular belief) aren’t born with some sort of wedding gene or haven’t spent our entire lives planning a wedding and then just spend our time trying to hunt down some poor soul to fit into a plan that’s been in place long before he was even a thought. *deep breath* Whew, now that was a run-on sentence if I’ve ever seen one, but you get the point.
I hadn’t given it a lot of thought until he asked. After chatting a bit after, we both quickly realized that an open bar would be an essential part of any wedding that involved the two of us. That one bit of information had a surprisingly limiting effect on our reception venues. If you do the whole hotel wedding/reception deal, then liquor is crazy expensive and since I’m cheap frugal, I couldn’t imagine paying thousands for a some cocktails. So before I’d even taken time to think about how I wanted the wedding and reception to feel (which is highly important!), I knew we needed a place that’d let us bring our own drinks.
It’s pretty amazing to think how that one choice (a very important detail for The Mister and I) led us to the most amazing Victorian mansion where we’ll hold our reception. I thought just by the looks of it that it would be well out of our price range, but the manager guy (good ole Ray) said, “we’ve got a Friday in May left…and it’s $1000 cheaper for events on Friday or Sunday.” Wha?! And I can choose my own caterer? Yes. And I can bring in alcohol? Yes. And all of the guests will be bowled over by how beautiful this place is? Yes.
So there it is…how we’ll end up getting married on a Friday: because we want our friends & family to be able to drink to their heart’s content without silently adding up drink prices in our heads the whole night.
Plus, the venue will provide tables, linens, chairs, and setup (*clapping*)…yay!! Plus, plus: the place is decorated so beautifully that I can keep those pennies that would’ve gone to decorating in my pocket. Seriously, we’re not decorating. No, really. Nothing. Except for flowers, but I’m a little nutty about flowers…I’m sure there’ll be more about that later.