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So, our wedding ceremony is going to be held in a gallery in the local county museum in my hometown. This is what it looked like when we rented it:
[img]http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/4...09140000001610[/img]
We knew that the exhibit would change between the time we rented the room and the time of our wedding, but the site coordinator lady said that they could take down whatever was hanging on that front wall, and they had pretty folding screens that could be placed in front of the side walls if we wanted. Ok, good.
So, I was in my hometown doing wedding stuff this past weekend, and my Mom mentioned that the new exhibit, the one that would be there through the time of the wedding, was up at the museum, and we should go out and take a look.
This is what the room looks like now:
[img]http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/4...5bc80000001610[/img]
Why, yes, now that you mention it, that is a 4'x6' blowup photo of a guy in a football helmet (Walter Payton of the Chicago Bears) looming over the very spot where we're supposed to exchange our wedding vows. I already had a total lack of enthusiasm for spectator sports, and this isn't helping.
So as my mother and I are standing in the doorway looking on in barely disguised horror, the site coordinator lady walks up behind us and says "Oh, are you thinking of renting the room?" My mom (who is one of the most diplomatic people on the planet) says we already have, actually, for a wedding in May, introduces herself (she'd only met the lady briefly months ago, and I'd only spoken to her on the phone) exchanges pleasantries, blah blah blah, and my mom is like "Now, for the ceremony we could take down . . ." and the lady says "Those two on the front doors." And my mom nicely says "Only those two, I thought it was the whole wall?" and the lady's like "Well, we could do those four across the front." And my mom's like "And the big one--" And the lady firmly cuts in "That can't come down."
Right.
So at that point we just say goodbye and leave, because we need to regroup and think and I need to not blurt out any swear words. As soon as we got to the car, though, I was like "Mom, there's no way I can get married standing under that picture. It's a deal-breaker. If we don't get married here, though, I don't know where we'll do it." It's a small town--it's not like there's a potential wedding venue on every corner--plus these people already have our money. Have I mentioned that the invitations have already been ordered?
So my mom suggests we go to the fabric store to see if they have anything suitable for draping over that thing. We did, in fact, find some lightweight completely opaque white drapery liner that seems like it would work to cover this thing up.
So by this time it's the next day, which is the lady's day off, but my mom calls (my mom has been the main contact person for this particular wedding vendor) and leaves a detailed message on her machine about what we'd like to do. We agreed it's good she got to leave a message, because then the lady may actually think about it, instead of saying "no" on autopilot like she's seemed inclined to do in the past.
So the lady hasn't called back yet, my mom is supposed to call me as soon as she does.
Suddenly I'm one of those brides who can't sleep because of wedding stress. :|
[img]http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/4...09140000001610[/img]
We knew that the exhibit would change between the time we rented the room and the time of our wedding, but the site coordinator lady said that they could take down whatever was hanging on that front wall, and they had pretty folding screens that could be placed in front of the side walls if we wanted. Ok, good.
So, I was in my hometown doing wedding stuff this past weekend, and my Mom mentioned that the new exhibit, the one that would be there through the time of the wedding, was up at the museum, and we should go out and take a look.
This is what the room looks like now:
[img]http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/4...5bc80000001610[/img]
Why, yes, now that you mention it, that is a 4'x6' blowup photo of a guy in a football helmet (Walter Payton of the Chicago Bears) looming over the very spot where we're supposed to exchange our wedding vows. I already had a total lack of enthusiasm for spectator sports, and this isn't helping.
So as my mother and I are standing in the doorway looking on in barely disguised horror, the site coordinator lady walks up behind us and says "Oh, are you thinking of renting the room?" My mom (who is one of the most diplomatic people on the planet) says we already have, actually, for a wedding in May, introduces herself (she'd only met the lady briefly months ago, and I'd only spoken to her on the phone) exchanges pleasantries, blah blah blah, and my mom is like "Now, for the ceremony we could take down . . ." and the lady says "Those two on the front doors." And my mom nicely says "Only those two, I thought it was the whole wall?" and the lady's like "Well, we could do those four across the front." And my mom's like "And the big one--" And the lady firmly cuts in "That can't come down."
Right.
So at that point we just say goodbye and leave, because we need to regroup and think and I need to not blurt out any swear words. As soon as we got to the car, though, I was like "Mom, there's no way I can get married standing under that picture. It's a deal-breaker. If we don't get married here, though, I don't know where we'll do it." It's a small town--it's not like there's a potential wedding venue on every corner--plus these people already have our money. Have I mentioned that the invitations have already been ordered?
So my mom suggests we go to the fabric store to see if they have anything suitable for draping over that thing. We did, in fact, find some lightweight completely opaque white drapery liner that seems like it would work to cover this thing up.
So by this time it's the next day, which is the lady's day off, but my mom calls (my mom has been the main contact person for this particular wedding vendor) and leaves a detailed message on her machine about what we'd like to do. We agreed it's good she got to leave a message, because then the lady may actually think about it, instead of saying "no" on autopilot like she's seemed inclined to do in the past.
So the lady hasn't called back yet, my mom is supposed to call me as soon as she does.
Suddenly I'm one of those brides who can't sleep because of wedding stress. :|
Oh no Julie! The draping sounds like a great idea, that woman better not say NO!
). 
. Sorry, I couldn't resist. The fabric idea sounds great and I can't see why the curator would balk at that. I'm pretty confident everything will work out for you. Congrats on the upcoming nuptials.
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