bridgewaters It's official, we signed the contract for our ceremony and reception site! So now I can tell you all the specifics. We're getting married the evening of Sunday, April 27, 2003. The site we picked is called Bridgewaters, and it's a catering and events hall at the South Street Seaport where I'd attended a prom almost eight years ago. (I was in 11th grade at the time, but I got to attend the senior prom because my then-boyfriend was An Older Man.) The whole contract signing thing was something of a farce, because unless there was something glaringly horrible about the terms ("The undersigned will pay a one million dollar deposit up front, which will not be returned if the hall goes out of business, changes management, or is somehow destroyed by an act of God"), we really didn't know what we were supposed to be looking out for. However, the place is very professional, run by a bevy of event planner ladies who seem experienced and straightforward and non-charlatan-esque, and given that the place has been in business for so long and appears to be very popular (there were four other parties there getting the tour or signing contracts the last time we were there), we're going to trust that things will work out too legit to quit. So yay, the place is set. Now all we have to do is work on the florist, the music, the photographer, the clothing, the invitations, the food, the seating, and the favors. Simple. Man, am I going to be obsessing about this for a whole year? I'm getting sick of myself already. xo Michelle |
Friday . April 5 . 2002 . 10:15pm |
bridgewaters It's official, we signed the contract for our ceremony and reception site! So now I can tell you all the specifics. We're getting married the evening of Sunday, April 27, 2003. The site we picked is called Bridgewaters, and it's a catering and events hall at the South Street Seaport where I'd attended a prom almost eight years ago. (I was in 11th grade at the time, but I got to attend the senior prom because my then-boyfriend was An Older Man.) The whole contract signing thing was something of a farce, because unless there was something glaringly horrible about the terms ("The undersigned will pay a one million dollar deposit up front, which will not be returned if the hall goes out of business, changes management, or is somehow destroyed by an act of God"), we really didn't know what we were supposed to be looking out for. However, the place is very professional, run by a bevy of event planner ladies who seem experienced and straightforward and non-charlatan-esque, and given that the place has been in business for so long and appears to be very popular (there were four other parties there getting the tour or signing contracts the last time we were there), we're going to trust that things will work out too legit to quit. So yay, the place is set. Now all we have to do is work on the florist, the music, the photographer, the clothing, the invitations, the food, the seating, and the favors. Simple. Man, am I going to be obsessing about this for a whole year? I'm getting sick of myself already. xo Michelle |
Bikini Briefs |
A street scene at the Seaport. It may look quaint, but it's actually an Ann Taylor storefront. |
Another Seaport street scene. I perhaps overzealously Photoshopped this one bright pink, because it was a really cloudy day and the picture looked too glum. |
The entrance to the hall. See, it has the name of the place above the door and everything. |
Joe likes to open doors for people because of his good upbringing. |
The foyer outside the main banquet room. They have shiny cherry wood floors, they do. |
The banquet room getting set up for some other reception. There's Joe's head poking around. |
A publicity photo pulled from their website. See, it's a lot nicer in here with the lights on. |
This other business party that was setting up had pretty flowers. We liked the arrangement because it wasn't too big and fussy, so we took a picture in case we wanted to steal their idea later on. |
You can see the tall ships in the Seaport from the wraparound balcony outside the dining room. Yaaaar, it be a pirate wedding! |
Wedding Site Pictures |
