I’m going to tell right up front that we’re not having a bourbon bar OR a cigar bar at our wedding.
Sorry.
I was out of town for work last week and caught a bug on the way home which kept me housebound all weekend. Finally, on Sunday night, I asked Don to spring me for a super casual dinner and we ended up at a soup and sandwich joint in Old Town Alexandria.
We sat down near a table with two women and the fattest binder I have ever seen. In a super scrolling font, the homemade front cover read, “Tying the Knot.” I almost sprained my eyes rolling them, but I could not stop myself from listening to the women. I kept trying to look out the window onto King Street, but I keep turning back to them.
And after a few minutes, I looked at Don and said, “Those two don’t know each other.” It was some kind of bridal meet up. Among strangers. A very small bridal meet up among strangers.
One is having a bourbon bar. The other is having a cigar bar. One told her fiance she just couldn’t get married in 2010 because people would say they got married in twenty ten (instead of two thousand ten) and she couldn’t stand the way that sounded.
Seriously.
That’s what she said.
Don paid attention to exactly none of it and when I hit the highlights for him on the way home, here’s what transpired.
DW: I want to go to wedding with a cigar bar.
SF: Oh.
(feels slightly ashamed)
I’m sorry. Do you want me to look into arranging a cigar bar?
(I can literally hear the cash register ch-chinging in my mind.)
DW: No. I want to go to a wedding with a cigar bar. I don’t want to pay for one.
And THAT’S how I know I’m about to marry the right guy for me.
So, we’re not having a bourbon bar and we’re not having a cigar bar, but I sincerely hope you get to attend a wedding with each some day.
And, please, take Don with you.