Guess what - it isn't me. It is my wedding site coordinator/owner.
Who also happens to be my grandfather.
After the fruitless venue shopping with Fiance, I was about at the end of my rope, when Grandpa pointed out that every already-booked place that we just loved looked sort of like. . .his yard.
Another huge sigh of relief.
No fees, no contracts, no catering restrictions, or per-head charges. Just a little yardwork and a toilet rental.
However, my grandfather is Bridezilla.
This weekend I'll take a picture of his giant chalkboard with all wedding duties and prep work already assigned.
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