I just about fell over today when I was offered a discount on a venue. Something to work towards he joked, hahaha...and then I looked again, it would be an awesome venue. Okay schedule me in, give me 3 years, I think that's safe. No? Dear J before I have you at my door, or hunting me down in the grocery store, I did not book it though tempted. Anyways, it made me wonder have there been whispers down the pipeline that I've been getting out and about. It has always been my policy aside from blogging to keep the men in my life, minor or massively wrong out of the spotlight until the one blinding moment they are exposed to everyone in one go and then see how they survive. Suprisingly enough, I actually in theory test drove AB with everyone at my birthday, and OM had been run past J and failed (sort of), so hmm, I guess a new pattern is emerging though at this point none will be the person I will using to validate that venue booking. Oh J it's like the most amazing venue ever... and now I am going to get my paper bag, and my therapy journal and return myself to the present, where Martha Stewart does not reside with fairy wings made of vellum invitations...
so what is the venue?
ReplyDeleteOh well if I said we could track me down, now could we? It goes by the Cultch around here, newly renovated, the shell was an old church - original hardwood throughout... and that is where we leave that.
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