I was rereading the blog today (the things one does when one is home sick from work- I have already looked through tons of old pictures) and I realized that there is really no information about our actual wedding. There are some great stories from the search for the perfect wedding site, but that’s for another post. The wedding will be on June 7, 2008 at the Publick House in Sturbridge, MA. It is about a mile from Old Sturbridge Village, and is a really adorable old inn. Benjamin Franklin might have stayed there!
We almost got married at the Smithville Inn in Smithville, NJ. We had visited there, and had absolutely loved it. After visiting the first time, we brought my parents and sister and Lindsey’s parents and Lindsey’s grandmother there for dinner so they could see it. They loved it too! So we were all set and, about a week later, I called the wedding planner to get a contract. I was told she was on vacation and would call me back the following week, which was fine. Except she never called back! I tried 3 or 4 more times of the course of the next 3 or 4 weeks without hearing anything. Finally she did call back, and was so rude to me on the phone that I just told her to forget it. When we had had dinner there, she had personally greeted our families, took them on a tour and arranged for two sample platters of their appetizers to be brought to our table. To then be so unresponsive and rude took me completely by surprise! So we dropped them and began to look again and, to our delight, found the Publick House!
We were never really intending to visit the Publick House. Once Smithville fell through, we planned another day of searching, this time in the CT. area (since we had really exhausted the New Jersey and Hudson Valley area) The problem with Lindsey and me is that we are super picky about what we want, and so usually end up visiting a lot of places before we make a decision. (Add my indecision into the mix and it becomes a lethal combination) But, I digress. So we planned a CT. day for a certain Sunday. The Friday before that Sunday I was playing around online and came across two new places. The Publick House and some other place. Without telling Lindsey, I added them to the end of our day. The plan was to drive up to Boston that day (to watch the Patriots game) and visit wedding sites along the way. Adding these two fit in perfectly with that, and brought the total sites we would see that day to about 10. We saw some great sites that day. One in particular was really wonderful (Big Barn, Little Barn) but none was just perfect.
Then we visited the first of my surprise sites. I wish I could remember the name of it- maybe Lindsey will- if for no other reason then to tell anyone planning a wedding to avoid it. The website showed a beautiful grassy area for the ceremony surrounded by a river with views of the countryside. The only way this place had a river was if it had really rained the night before. The view though was a great one. I’ve never seen a parking lot from so many different angles! So you can’t blame Lindsey if she was not all that excited to see my second “surprise place”
But, as you may have already guessed, the second place was the Publick House. After I stopped at the wrong building, we finally found the correct place. The wedding coordinators were not in (which I had known) so we were given a tour by the receptionist. (Lindsey, what was her name?) She showed us all the areas and we loved it. During the tour we, obviously, stopped in the ballroom. As luck would have it, when we got there they were setting up for a wedding. I’ll never forget seeing all the staff people greeting our tour guide like she was their best friend. It was clear that the people really liked being there, and really appreciated each other- a truly positive environment. The other thing that sold us was what we saw as we watched them set up. One of the waitresses was putting ribbon on the tables. She had finished with all the tables and still had some left on the spool. She went up to someone, whom I assume was the ballroom captain, and gave him the ribbon. He gave it right back to her and suggested she tie it on some of the chairs or find something else to do with it. “We have the roll, we might as well use it.” A small thing, but really spoke to us.
After the tour, we filled out an information sheet and requested to have one of the wedding planners call us. And call us she did. At 9 AM the next morning. Talk about a difference from Smithville. So that is why we are doing our wedding in Sturbridge.