Ok, so, fingers crossed, hold your breath, don't jinx it, don't f*** with it, don't touch at it, look at it, or breathe on it.
But we're paying for a venue on FRIDAY. Finally!
Behold!: The Blue Note
Now, Missourians, I sense your hesitance. "The Blue Note. For a wedding? You're joking, right? That place is as skeevy as a pickle dropped on a barber shop floor." But have you seen it since the remodel?
I can't link you, but if you're on the almighty Facebook (and I'm oh so sure you are if you're reading my blog) go ahead and search on FB for 'Blue Note Special Events.' Once you get there, check out their photo albums, their 'Blue Note Venue' album in particular. See? Not too shabby, eh?
Otherwise, all I can tell you is Dennis and I were never going for 'opulence,' as far as our wedding goes (our Scotch collection on the other hand...). We wanted something with teeth. Something a little gritty, edgy, superfun.
To clarify, and borrow some turn-of-phrase: F*** countryclubs. Golf courses. White walls.
This is not going to be a sit on your hands, wait for it to be over, wonder what the readings mean event. I want you to come--come to the Blue Note--stand up, get buckwild, and hoot and holler. Because when and if you come, dear Guest, it's because we love you and we don't take your presence lightly. You're awesome and we're gonna throw you a rocking party because when we tie the knot, we're making a giant circle out of everyone we know. I would love to see some off color jokes. Really embarassing photos as all my best friends and weird Uncles (yeah, well, you are) tear up the dance floor, or cry during a toast. Bring confetti. Bring your best plaid cumberbund. Bring your heart on your sleeve. Bring your funniest story from.. whenever. Bring your self. Because we love you.
(Also, just, take this post or leave it... I have no idea where it came from.)
Out,
-L
