Last week Brett picked me up from school and told me we're not going to get married at the place we planned. The chef we've been talking to about our venue and menu has vanished. Not only that, she promised us things that she couldn't possibly deliver, in fact this venue isn't even equipped to do weddings. With less than three months before the big day, we were back at square one.
I laughed and could feel my eyes getting big. "What? Is this really happening?" What a weird situation to be in. And what the hell do we do next?
Interestingly, I hadn't sent out the invitations yet because I was waiting for our special "spicy tangerine" envelopes to arrive. So I couldn't help but think that somehow, things were working out for us the way they are meant to.
Brett immediately stepped up and made the necessary phone calls, trying to secure another venue for us and having a very stern conversation with the owners of the place that screwed us. He knew that my mush brain couldn't handle this right now, with it being the final week of school for me.
I'd rather be stuck in a shitty situation with him than anyone else in the world.
So, my vision of what our wedding will look like has been shattered, and we're building it back up again. It's a good reminder not to get too attached to the ideas in your head.
The quaint, cute bookstore wedding is off the table. What's important, though, hasn't changed. And that's us and the people we love. That's what matters. We will enjoy ourselves and have a party no matter where it is. So onward we go! Let the weird and crazy adventure that is planning a wedding continue!