My parent’s front yard is covered with yellow caution tape. From what I gather, it may resemble a giant crime scene. I think it’s safe to say we’ve reached a standstill.
Here’s the story:
I’ve always wanted a tent wedding. Our country club back home is beautiful, but to accommodate our increasingly growing guest list, we’d have to spread out through three dining rooms. (That makes it sound HUGE, which it’s not, well, not really, the spaces are just split up and together can hold about 320.) Anyway, all the rooms are connected by glass doors, which could be opened for the reception, but still feels a little disjointed, which I’m not crazy about. Plus, being from Green Bay, Wisconsin, a number of my friends and family friends have already been married here.
Long story short, I wanted something different. So we got this crazy idea of plopping a tent down in the front parking area, and then we could use both the dining rooms and the tent—cocktails inside, dinner and dancing outside, and then an after-party back inside. Sure, there may be some shuffling around, but this seemed like the easiest answer to my wanting something different and wanting everyone together conundrums.
Enter the tent guy.
My parents have been calling around to talk strategy with a couple of different tent companies in the Midwest to get their take (and pricing) on this whole scenario. They’ve met with our own Apres and another guy that I just know as the Chicago tent guy.
Tent guy just made his trip to Green Bay on Wednesday to look at the space and talk strategy. He thought it could be done at the club, but we’d have to get the OK from management to have a tent in the parking lot for almost a week (a few days before for setup and then take down on Monday). While he was in town, my dad suggested he just take a look at our front yard—this has been a thought thrown around once or twice before because we do have a large yard and live on a river so the landscaping is pretty (compared to the middle of a parking lot). For anyone who has seen Father of the Bride , I’m pretty sure my dad had that checkered tablecloth dream like George Banks.
Of course, to make things even more complicated, tent guy LOVED the idea of having it at my house. They staked out the tents (yes, that’s plural, can’t forget about the kitchen tent) positions in my yard, and then my dad taped it off—hence the crime scene look. And now I’m heading home to Wisconsin to check out both spaces and make a decision. Talk about a curve ball!
Here’s my thoughts on both:
The yard would be original and potentially very beautiful. And there’s something kind of charming about getting married at home. It would also be A LOT of work—enter an extremely organized wedding planner—and there are SO many outliers that could potentially go wrong. That being said, it’s also totally under our control, which is nice for someone who is incredibly meticulous (me, my mom, my dad, etc.). Oh, and then there’s that whole bathroom problem—cue the luxe bathroom trailers.
On the other hand, the tent in the parking lot would offer guests space to walk back and forth between both, but it might get too spread out. We also may anger the manager at the club—my mom is meeting with them this weekend to see if this is even possible—since we’d take up a lot of space for a long period of time. Things like the food and the china are out of our control to a certain degree, which I’m not crazy about, but if it rains, this is much easier to contain.
And then there’s the whole tent issue itself. Who knew you needed to add air conditioning, and a generator, and goodness knows what else. The tent guy shared a list with my parents, which should make for good weekend reading.
So that’s where I’m at right now—I’ve got the church, the band, and the save-the-dates, but no venue. Backwards? Perhaps just a bit.