My head is aching from last night. Prosecco, champagne, then many more glasses of wine. Dean and I were laughing about wedding planning. “How about we send out a survey to our friends and family? How far would you travel? Would you go to LA? Would you go to San Diego? Would you go to Chicago? Chicago, but not any further? Great! We’ll have the wedding in Toledo.” We both like the idea of Southern California, but I had hesitations.
“It’s still too close.”
“What do you mean? The flying alone will keep people at bay.”
“You don’t understand. They’ll drive all night Friday night, get there, then BAM! They’ll come pouring out in droves from big white vans like illegal immigrants. You know, it’s my issue. I need to figure it out. It’s nonsense to have over 100 family members there. I just have to figure it out.”
Dean’s got a whole comedy routine down about wedding planning. Ask him next time. It’s really funny. I was cracking up this morning in the shower while he shaved and did his routine. “Who here married a Filipino?…”
You heard it here first. I have a location! Palm Springs, CA. I found the perfect retro, hipster, kitschy cool spot. After the proposal comes through, I’m moving forward with submitting the deposit. So relieved and happy. It’s exactly what I wanted: laid-back, cool, casual, and a place where our families and friends could come together for a whole weekend and really get to know each other.