Wedding Venues – The New Blind Date

Apologies for the lack of regular updates for the last few days. There’s a story behind it though: I had a couple of days off work and my friends have been dragging me around wedding venues due to my ‘critical eye’ which supposedly will help them pick the right place.

I know – I couldn’t believe it either. Anyone who’s ever read this blog or indeed met me should know that I’m possibly the worst possible person in the world to take to something like this, and people that have known me for ten years should certainly know this. I hate weddings – these two are some of my best friends and I probably won’t even go to their flipping wedding – and everyone knows my feelings on relationships (they don’t work and a wedding is just an expensive, fancy prequel to the expensive, annoying divorce which could’ve been avoided had people just been a little bit smarter), so why the hell are these two dragging me around possible wedding venues?

As with most things involving friends of mine, there was treachery afoot. R & H (my friends) were dragging me around these things with another friend of H’s who just happens to be a very pretty – if dippy – blonde in the hope that we’d hit things off. Seriously – being dragged around wedding venues is the new being taken out to the pub followed by ‘oh look there’s my friend’.

The girl’s nice, but it’s not going to happen and once their cunning plan was revealed, a dead arm was delivered. I’d love it if people would stop trying to set me up with their single friends. If I meet someone (unlikely), I’ll meet someone on my own terms in my own time.

Other than that, the hunt for the perfect venue was a success for them; they found somewhere they’re really happy with and fits the budgetary constraints of her parents. They’re already looking for someone to help decorate and organise it.