…I got a nice promotion at work and got engaged. We’re getting married in early September, mainly because we’d rather be married than have hand-gilded napkins or whatever it is that takes people so long to pull together, plus both the best man (who works for SNL) and my brother (who owns a restaurant) have very limited weekend availability that doesn’t match up very often. So it was either get married September 7 or wait until sometime next year, which neither of us was particularly interested in doing.
It helped that we found a venue we really liked the first day we looked that was both less expensive than we were expecting and available when we wanted it: a big, sprawling, weird old country inn up the road from Rob’s mom’s house in Connecticut. It has a huge deck over a creek, tons of room for dancing, farm implements and other ephemera all over the place (it had an incarnation as an antique store), and a gloriously creepy mannequin at the bar.
I have to say, I love wedding planning. I wouldn’t want to do it in any circumstance where Rob and I are not making the final call on everything, but it is a blast. We’re basically just throwing a party for people we love to all come and be happy at us at the same time. And what’s not to love about that?