I think I may have found a wedding venue. But sorry guys, no pictures in this post, at least not until my fiancé sees it. But let me bring you on this journey I’ve been on for the last few weeks or so.
Austin and I got engaged in July, and very soon after, my grandmother died, and my mom was very ill, so we really just not have begun some of the planning we need to do before we get married next year.
So you do the thing. You go to all the venues you’ve seen folks getting married at, you take suggestions, and you visit all the venues on your list.
The pictures of the place on the website will almost always be deceiving. Beautifully lit, a white couple dancing happily while all of their white friends dance about. And then you pull up to the venue. “This….is it? Are you sure we’re at the right place hon?”
We visited a few venues. There was the venue where the chain-smoking coordinator pranced out of the women’s bathroom with still-wet hands. Declining to shake my hand, she gestured grandly to the room, which looked like a high-school auditorium, and she referred to it as having a “country-club feel”. There was a stain on the carpet. A large, mysterious stain. This perhaps, was a country club in hell. But not for our wedding.
I spoke with a woman who was nonchalant about the $20,000 food minimum we’d have to hit on a Saturday evening.
I visited a restaurant where I’m pretty sure the guy I was speaking with was high as a kite. Didn’t do a whole lot to make my comfortable about our big day.
And I visited a place where the woman, a “close-talker” breathed her cigarette-breath in my face the entire meeting. Would should be breathing on my guests in this same manner?
I pulled up to the venue. The venue actually looked like the pictures. (Point) This was new! I toured the facility, where I was greeted by a jolly guy with a southern accent. (Another point) He was playing John Legend’s new album over the speakers. (Yet another point) And I began to visualize myself getting married there. Bingo. Just to make sure, I drove to Elon and went for a run around campus to make sure I still loved it, to mull it over. I still did. And Elon’s campus was gorgeous, even despite the fact that it was dark. Next step? Get approval from the fiancé, and make this thing official! Pics to come!