Email to Wedding Venue, Draft 14

Dear Sir,

Hey there, pal!

Happy Late Turkey Day! Gobble, gobble!

Hi [Name],

Wow, can you believe it's December already?!

Thank you so much

Thanks again for giving us a tour showing us the place around two freaking weeks ago. [Does it sound like I'm talking to a realtor?]

I don't want to sound like a bridezilla but you said you'd email a proposal and a quote the Friday before Thanksgiving and yet here it is already December 3 and I have received no proposal. WHERE'S MY PROPOSAL, MAN??

DO I SEEM LIKE A PATIENT PERSON TO YOU??!!

Just wanted to check in, make sure you didn't forget about us, ha-ha!

Bill and I both really liked the place but I'm kind of getting a vibe like you're not that into it. Did you just not like us that much, or....

We came on too strong, didn't we? We always do that. Stupid, stupid!

I'm sorry. Let's start over.

I'm sweating so much right now.

Just wanted to check in see if you're still alive those dates in October are still available and also invite you to hang out with us sometime. Have you seen The Hunger Games yet? and talk about our feelings a few details.

Kay, smooches for now!

Thanks bunches!

Let me know ... or else!!!!! lol JK.

Thanks!

C-Dazzle

Carrie


And after about seven more drafts, I'll probably send it! (Unless you think it sounds too pushy?)

The Venue Search, Pt. II: This Time It's Personal

And so we continued on, leaving farmland behind for the bright lights and big dreams of Downtown Lancaster and Tellus360.

This place is so cool I can hardly talk about it. It's like a mullet: business in the front, party in the back. And I mean that literally - the front room is a cozy Irish pub where the chillest people work (and you know I don't throw the word "chill" around), while the back room has a stage and a giant disco ball and the speakers from U2's "Vertigo" tour. This room is used for concerts and dance parties and, of course, weddings. As if that wasn't enough, there's also a second floor with mismatched, antique couches artfully arranged all about, as well as a rooftop bar with a view of the many brick buildings of Lancaster. Majestic.

Our guide (also named Bill) gave us a tour and some ideas of what other people have done. I don't want to give anything away in case we decide to use them, but we spent the entire time looking at each other like this:

Basically, the place is awesome. It's right next door to a hotel so people wouldn't have to drive after the wedding, it's downtown so there's a ton to do, and it's more affordable than we thought it would be. So, yay! Also it's fun and quirky and they provide mismatched plates for events and everyone there is so nice. Almost uncomfortably so.

After our tour we pulled odd, high-backed chairs up to a tiny chess table to enjoy a (free!) lunch and discuss our choices. We foolishly forget to get any pictures of the actual building, but here I am pretending to fit in:

It's not working. Also featured: Bill's finger

The moment we sat down, I whipped out my notebook and dove right into a pro/con list, because that's how I do. By the time our sausage rolls arrived we were knee-deep in organization and rapidly coming to a conclusion.

"So...have we really decided?" I whispered excitedly.

The tiniest smile spread beneath Bill's beard. His eyes twinkled merrily as he gave a quick nod.*

AND SO IT IS DECIDED.**



*This is really how I think of him. Like a young St. Nick.
**Unless we come up with a better idea. But for now, it's decided.