Plan B

Friday after work Bud and I drove to a potential wedding site. It fit the bill with regards to availability, beautiful-ness and cost. I kept my fingers crossed as we drove past houses with broken windows and stores with spray paint on the sides. Hopefully our little area of the neighborhood would be better. Um, yeah, it wasn't. Although the house itself was very pretty, it had a 6 foot wooden fence around one half of the yard - I guess for picture taking purposes. Backed up to the house was a "bakery" except I got the distinct feeling that it wasn't. Everyone coming out looked like they were NOT carrying fresh loaves of bread or small, pretty cakes. Nor did they look like they ate much of anything. Ever. At first we tried to be positive - the house and grounds were very pretty. It even had a quaint swing hanging from a branch of one of the largest trees. Could we get pictures without an odd symbol spray painted in the background? Could we be assured a bottle wouldn't come flying over the fence and hit our middle-class heads, from the other side? And, I just KNEW no matter how many people said, "Oh it's ok, I didn't even notice the smell of stale urine!" I would know they really, in truth, had. It eventually just felt like too much compromise and we're back at square one. But I did realize something cool once I started telling my restaurant coworkers the news. Hey, I work in the restaurant industry and they do things like, cater! Or know people who do. Or even know people with wineries and other cool, foodie things. So I'm on to Plan B.