There were two very important factors in choosing the hall, first it had to be convenient to the two churches I had to choose from our fathers ministry AND that it was classy because I had to envision our event there. Tomorrow we are looking at both churches with our father and I am HOPING that one of them will work for our special day (more like one of them HAS to work) so unless it is a ugly brown wood loving 70’s church with cockroaches and mice it will be perfect.
Unfortunately we had to cancel looking at the Royal Park Hotel because of the pre-screening call where we found out the minimum cost they charge for a wedding was WAY WAY out of our budget. This was so sad because although it was a bit further out of the way from the church it was gorgeous and reminded me of an old English mansion. So with a sigh SNIFF I crossed it off our list of options.

The first place we actually looked at was Mirage. It was ok but the exterior was really cold and made me feel it was more an office building then the nice restaurant/hall style I was looking for. I mean you see no romance here just cold lines. Also the ceiling was low and the chandeliers looked like they were from 1960’s. Could I have my wedding here, yes I probably could, but is it the nicest place and fit all my criteria, hell no. So we passed on this location.


The second place we looked at was Andiamo’s. I could see some artistic elements here that I really loved, the torn and faded wallpaper that was just recently done and the painted super high ceilings. The room was really large and unfortunately our smaller 150 person wedding would be dwarfed by the super large room. I am going to keep this on the list but I am not really sure that we can make it work.


We have one place left on Monday right before I go home that my mother assures me that I will love. And I really hope she is right because I really am desperate to get the date booked, and I have not fallen in love with any of the places we have seen so far. After the red-eye and the all day extravaganza with my mother I am emotionally and mentally exhausted. So I flopped onto the bed not unlike a fly that has been smashed with a rolled up magazine my arms and legs splayed in opposite directions and my insides seeping out. Sigh sleep = heaven.



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