This week I will be visiting Shrewsbury House, Devonport House, and Hall Place, all in Greenwich borough, as I begin to look for reception halls. I've phoned and scheduled visits, and only Hall Place's receptionist didn't attempt to re-invent my name so it's going to the top of my list. It is also face-meltingly pretty. Go on. Have a look. Now look at their gardens. I'll wait.
UPDATE: BEAUTIFUL.
Shrewsbury has already essentially said it's not the best idea, but offered to show me around anyway. Apparently the local bridge club has called dibs on the pretty room on weekdays (and based on their society page I wouldn't cross them--too many canes)
Devonport House is a hotel, not exactly what I had in mind but they are very well-located (next to the National Maritime Museum) and would make accommodation easier.
UPDATE: HORRIBLE.
A list of decisions and declarations I've made in regard to this whole wedding thing:
NO DJs
NO marquees, tents, or making people wear heels in the grass
NO bouquet tossing or undergarment-groping-and-flinging
NO ceremonial standing-around of family members or friends
NO couple's first dance, dancing-with-one's-parent or f'ing DJs
NO veiling, head-scarves or wimples
NO religious paraphernalia or activity of any kind (offenders will be removed)
NO solo march down the aisle or gestures which allude to an exchange of my ownership
NO babies
NO speeches alluding to reproduction (offenders will be slapped)
NO chicken dance, electric slide, hokey-pokey, polka, Riverdance or group dances or DJs
NO Gifts
NO Smoking, Drinking, or Talking
NO Guests
GET OUT
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I don't particularly like weddings.
In other news, why is beige chic these days? Even the prettiest of models look frumpy or naked in them. BLEH.
Bonus: Photoshop Hack-Jobs on Nordstrom's Dress Site Are Always Disturbing. It's the blend of confusingly-proportioned women doing bizarre contortions, strange lighting, and that hilarious paper-doll style cut-n-pasting (sized to fit with the liquefy tool) that turns a genuine dress-inspiration session into a hilarious, if unsettling joke. I enjoy going through the stacks of poses and dresses to try and find the original model-dress combinations. So far I haven't encountered anyone with an extra limb, but some of those double-sized heads look heavy.
Who has six inches between their thighs? What living person?
After a while you forget what human beings actually look like.
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And finally, I've been rejected from two positions at the drugstore. Wow.
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Venue? STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL WANT IT NOW PLEASE THANK YOU
And as for your checklist, amen. We are doing an iPod playlist (DJ = expensive and usually cheesy and we can't afford a band). I like the idea of both parents walking both people down the aisle...both parents acknowledging the growing up of their kids or whatnot.
I hope our folks don't want to do the mother-son/father-daughter dance, because that weirds me out too.
Also, if you don't want gifts...honeyfund. Get your guests to pay for your honeymoon. That's what we're doing (in addition to a few miscellaneous things).
And those models...hoo boy. Victoria's Secret has some winners too.
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