Nailin’ down a date is pretty easy when you’re planning a year in advance.  A year’s a good amount of time when you’re paying for most of it on your own.  Don’t get me wrong, our parent’s are both contributing a generous sum.  But, we’re not about to break their bank for a wedding.  And, these days, with food and energy prices rising, everything is so expensive.  From what I hear, it’s not what it used to be.  That’s all right, we’ll still put on a nice l’il soire. 

This is an aerial shot of Arts, Beats and Eats in Pontica, Mich.  The church my bro got married at is off to the left.  It was crazy!

This is an aerial shot of Arts, Beats and Eats in Pontiac, Mich. The church my bro got married at is off to the left. It was crazy!

Know What’s Goin on Locally
Last year my lil bro got married on Sept. 1, in downtown Pontiac, Mich.  Needless to say, it just happened to be the same weekend as Arts, Beats and Eats, which is an annual festival that draws in thousands of people each year.  And, to my sister-in-law’s dismay, the festival just happened to draw in all the local porta johns.  You know the ones!  All lined-up in a row.  There was even a single porta john on the corner right next to the church.  It was odd.  Not only was this a visually disturbing sight, but it also made for a logistical nightmare.  Yep, this was a big LESSON LEARNED!  Know what’s going on locally, before you decide on a date.  Annual festivals and any other events that draw in the crowds and the porta johns need to be avoided at all costs.  Serioulsy, just check your local vendor listings to see what’s goin’ on! 

Seriously, When?
I’ve always wanted to have a Fall wedding.  It’s always been my favorite time of year with the color change, the cooler temperatures and the general feeling in the air.  I love it!  There’s no way in hell I could marry in the Springtime.  Spring = Tornado season.  I would show up to my own wedding with a football helmet on.   “Hell No!”  (That’s a quote from Sophia from the broadway musical The Color Purple.”)  Winter’s too cold and summer’s too hot.  A hot, sweaty bride does NOT sound appealing to me.  And, the fiance likes it too. So, Fall it is!  

My beau and his deer trophy.  That thing yielded so much meat - UCK.

My beau and his deer trophy. That thing yielded so much meat - UCK.

The only problem with Fall is… Hunting Season.  And my beau is quite the l’il hunter, which gives me a narrow window of opportunity to nail down a date in timeframe that he won’t grumble is interferring with his manhood!  I really liked Saturday, Oct. 3, until I remembered that Oct. 1, is the opening day of bow season in Michigan.  I might get ’em for Oct. 3 of 2009, but after that I’d end up being a Hunter’s Widow on every anniversary till Death Do Us Part!  And he said something about his friends probably won’t show up at the wedding, cause they’ll be hunting.

Needless to say, we decided on a date in mid-September.  And, we steered clear of Arts, Beats and Eats, other Labor Day festivals in downtown Detroit and avoided hunting season!   

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