Reception Venue
30 Sep
[ SIGH ]
What’s that, you say? Oh, that’s the huge sigh of relief from Dana and I after we walked out of the Warehouse Café with our reception booked.
After what seemed like dozens of venues (but was probably more like 10) that could not accommodate our needs for various reasons (really? You don’t book the fire hall on Saturday? And you don’t return phone calls or e-mails during a recession?), we found a winner. Dana called and spoke to them on a Friday, we received the info in the mail on Monday, I called and asked them “the question” on Wednesday, and we met with the party director, Patty, on Thursday. Within two hours we had toured the restaurant/bar, spoke about pricing, had a rough idea of table and deejay setup, and eaten a tasty dinner.
What’s that? What’s “the question”? “Hello. You spoke to someone the other day about a wedding reception at your restaurant. It’s a wedding reception for a same-sex wedding. Is that going to be a problem?” Not only was it not an issue, but both over the phone and in person, Patty expressed her surprise that the question even needed to be asked. “I just don’t understand people,” she said. “No, that’s not a problem. I can vouch for that, and I can vouch for my staff. Don’t worry about it.” (more…)


I became a Justice of the Peace because of the clod of a JP who married my husband and me a thousand years ago. Seriously…if it took 30 seconds that would be pushing it. To the point: I have never remembered to this day…ever having said…“I do”…that’s how fast the JP was…We then walked around Manhattan for the next 45 minutes w/me questioning my husband…”Are you SURE WE’RE MARRIED????”

















