Another good way, it turns out, and I hate to admit, is listening to your fiancé.
Nate's very first suggestion for our ceremony venue was one I instantly shot down. The Roundhouse Railroad Museum is a little industrial corner of Savannah dotted with hulking train cars, gravel paths, and steel structures.
"What about that place?" he suggested one day in June as we drove past. I glanced over as a train full of tourists puffed into the station.
The view from the road.
"Uh-uh," was my firm reply.
But as venue after venue fell through, I found myself admitting hesitantly — "Maybe that train place wouldn't be so bad, after all."
Sure enough, it's perfect. The price is right and all-inclusive; the location is handy to our reception venue; the space is sprawling, private, and surprisingly verdant; and our date was open. Eureeka!
The garden where we'll say we do.
Granted, it comes after a somewhat precarious walk through a train-yard (we'll offer a pleasant golf cart ride for our older relatives), but there's a perfect garden in the back of the museum. By spring, I know it will be blooming like crazy, and, look, the aisle is built in! For an extra fee that I doubt we'll be paying, I could even have a private train car for a bride's room. So cool.
I'm sure you're as relieved as I am to know this means I can stop kvetching about location and move on to the real fun stuff: decorations, dresses, food and drink and everything else!
Oh, and, because he's making me say so: Nate was right, after all.
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