Remember Jen & Lauren?! Of course you do. They are too lovely to forget! They are on to Step 2 in their wedding planning, the venue decision! Using The Hitch, these two were able to narrow down their choices and make the final decision!
If you missed it, H&H Weddings is covering the wedding coordinating of these dolls! Jen & Lauren have agreed to let us follow them, step-by-step, through their planning. The amazing/wonderful/lovely Brister Photo will be there to capture every moment! The brides-to-be will be blogging about their experiences as a real couple, in Brooklyn, trying the create the best day of their lives! Step 1 was the proposal! Now, with that out of the way, the couple is making some major decisions!
Lauren told us a bit about their choices in venue, location and date...
There are certain things you're expected to know right away. You're just supposed to feel: the perfect apartment- you're supposed to sense when you walk in. Which puppy to take home: they'll be the one sleeping in the corner. The ring! Your soulmate! I'm not really sure how much I subscribe to this instinctive decision making, but now that I'm thinking about my larger life choices, it feels like a bit of a trend.
Decision number one: It was important to us to get married in Brooklyn. We live here, it's legal here, and we wanted to make it easy for our friends and family (mostly from New Jersey and upstate) to come.
It’s insanely expensive to get married in New York City. That shouldn’t come as any surprise. It’s expensive to do anything in New York City. We toured a few popular venues in Brooklyn and were shocked by the price tags. For $10,000 you can use these broken chairs and serve alcohol for five hours. “Oh, I love these tables. Do these come with the rental?” “That farm table look is very in right now. No, those are extra.”
After a few tours on a particularly rainy Saturday, we were feeling super discouraged. It would be less expensive to rent a party bus and relocate our friends and family to another county. Significantly less expensive. Then Jen asked a very important question: if money were no object, where would be want to get married?
Decision number two: Get married outside. We did not really care about exposed brick or uplighting, we just like green stuff. From there, the decision was pretty easy. We love Prospect Park, got engaged near Grand Army Plaza, take picnics and our puppy there most weekends. We decided to go to an Open House at this venue, an eight minute walk from our apartment.
It’s the light that sold us and almost instantly. Huge, beautiful windows with views of the park and tall ceilings. It felt warm and sweet, but not too precious, and frankly, a good place for a party. The people that work at the Picnic House were also spectacular. They congratulated us, listened thoughtfully to our questions and made us feel special. It was also within our budget.
Decision number three: Get married in May. The Picnic House does not have air conditioning. We were initially looking at July dates because Jen dreams of seersucker suits, but when presented with a few ceiling fans and aging relatives, we opted for a more temperate month. I think Jen GChatted me, "5/30 at 5:30. What do you think?"
A few months later on an annual Kaelin family vacation in Lake Tahoe, we went to a small, seedy casino on the California-Nevada border with my family. As the finale to our loss-filled evening, we decided to play a few rounds of roulette. We are pretty predictable roulette players, every round betting minimums on family birthdays and anniversaries. My dad asked why I was betting on 30 (an outlier from our traditional lineup). “It’s going to be our wedding anniversary,” I said, gesturing to Jen. He smiled and moved his chips to rest directly on the red 30. My sister and I followed suit. A thick stack of five dollar chips quickly accumulated on our new lucky number. “No more bets,” the dealer said, swooping her arms across the board in a grand gesture. The small ball clicked its way around the two-tone wheel and the small group of novice gamblers inhaled.
“That’s as good as it gets,” my father said and ushered us away from the table, fists full of chips.
Final Decision: May 30, 2015 at The Picnic House.