Well, scratch that. Remember a few blogs ago when I talked about having a beautiful wedding at home? The home that we have yet to build? Yeah, well, let’s forget all about that. We have decided to go in an entirely different direction. And, when I say "different direction" I mean, one plan was in Anoka and our new one is in . . . Alaska. (Not really).
We are of course still building our dream house, which is an exact replica of Southfork from TV’s Dallas, just not this year. With our sanity on the line, we decided that planning a wedding and building a house within the same 12 months was a big piece of crazy pie. And I prefer cake. Also, we heard from a lot of you in the comments on the blog that screamed, “Don’t do it! Don’t do it!” So, we listened.
Over a delicious crock pot beef stew, Collin and I charted our new wedding course: have it at a venue with all the trimmings, minus a spitting ice sculpture of cupid.
As I pointed out before, Collin and I are pretty like-minded and moved quickly to shore up some of the big decisions. He started researching different venues—are they available? Are they the cost of the gross national product of Spain? And, can they accommodate our guests? We landed on around 200 people for the wedding, which we hope to stick to. Collin has a huge family, I’m talking Duggers huge. My family is a wee bit smaller, but I have a lot of friends and loved ones I really want with us on our special day. So, 200 invites seemed like a good number and one we hope won’t break the bank. (Keyword: hope).
A wedding at the Graves 601 Hotel / Photo by Kelly Brown
To our shock and delight, the venue decision came almost as quickly as our decision to not have it at our house. I remembered a few years back, hosting the Midwest Emmy Awards at the Graves 601 Hotel in Minneapolis and how much I loved the space. It was modern, refined, classy, and well, perfect for what our vision is for our day. I crossed my fingers and made a few calls, and a few more. And, found out Graves was available and here’s the bonus: on our first choice of dates, Saturday, Sept. 13. We both love the fall; the colors, the atmosphere, the decent weather and the chance to tie-in pumpkin themed items in the wedding. Um, that was a joke. Very few people can pull off the color orange, even fewer can pull off pumpkin. To my surprise, I was told that fall weddings are more and more popular. Fall is the new spring, they say. Who knew? Not this boy!
With confirmation of availability for our chosen date, next comes “the visit” or “tour.” As I said, I know the space and love it. Will Collin feel the same way? Will the price make me swallow my tongue? Will we regret not having it at our house? As they say on Dallas . . . to be continued.