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Ok, let me preface this post by saying that I am not delusional enough to think that if you pick some particular *day* to get married then that means that you are the only bride getting married on, say, June 11,2011. I chose that date for sentimental reasons, which follow:
1. It’s our actual anniversary, so we don’t have to worry about that sticky situation of the date-versary vs. the wedding anniversary issue;
2. June is a nice time for weddings, and prime time for maximimum value of indoor & outdoor capable wedding spots:
3. it gave me the 18 months to plan (which i need, see post #1)
Ok, so that being said, I chose this date as the ideal, perfect date for our going-to-happen-regardless-of-engagement-ring having wedding. I started to plan out venues. I had these in my head for a long time, and I chose them for their location, suitability to my particular needs, and cool factor. I want to have a cool wedding, as I am sure you can tell. I’m obviously very cool. I was content feeling like these awesome venues would not be snatched up in the 18 months prior to my June 11 wedding, but then I heard about this chick that was not only planning her day on the same day (which was understandable) but that she kind of was looking at some of my venues (which was tragic).
You may be wondering how I know this– I mentioned that I’m in the wedding industry, so news travels fast. Especially when you’re close friends with wedding planners and other professionals. One of these professionals I kinda let into my little circle of information, i.e. my imaginary planning land in my head– and she told me about this cute little bride that was a date twin and a possible venue snatcher, and I started to freak out. Like, actual panic attack here people– I started to imagine what was going to happen if I had to come up with another venue entirely for my perfect retro-classic reception (more on that later). I needed that venue, like a starving person needs food. Or, like a wedding-aholic needs an engagement ring.
In my snappage, I started to look for this chick on the interwebs. It’s not hard, really, if you know how to throw together a few search strings. Or, if someone you know posts on twitter about their involvement in their wedding. Convienent. I went to this darling bride’s blog and read all about her details, and then I prompltly breathed a sigh of relief: she had chosen another venue for her reception.
My relief was short lived, however. Once my initial paranoia passed, I started to think about the hundreds of brides getting hitched on my date. Don’t bother commenting on the irony of how it’s not really my date because i’m not engaged yet, I know, ok. I’m crazy. We already established that. Let’s just accept it and move on. And in moving on, can you share just a little in my paranoid concerns for just a moment? I know it’s hard, but I was having a difficult time. I was imagining all the scenarios that involved me having to have my reception in a totally undesirable location. All at once, I started to see the terrible possibilties– like a meat processing plant, or an abandoned, spooky hospital. Or one of those rooms where the people are torchered in SAW movies. I have an overractive imagination, but alas– I was concerned!
Possible creepy warehouses:
So, I did what any self respecting psuedo renegade bride would: I emailed the venue and inqured about my date. No one had booked it, so I went ahead and put a hold on the space. Now, if I don’t get engaged or married, I’ll be a laughingstock, sure, but I can at least throw a really nice pity party on June 11, 2011 with all my closest friends and family, because I’m doing this thing. Moving full steam ahead. If I had one of those little checklists, then i’d have RECEPTION VENUE checked off. And let me tell you something– the permagrin isn’t going anywhere.