Following our engagement, and a one month moratorium on wedding planning -- because December is crazy enough, and goes way too quickly to not enjoy it! -- Mr. Bruschetta and I began the search for our reception location.
Aided by Google (and the uber-useful Philly area event planning site PartySpace.com), we built a list of potential spots, and started to schedule visits. Dividing the work in half made the most sense, and helped each of us try to advance our own agendas. Yup, that's right. One of our first major wedding decisions, and already the mister and I were at odds.
He favored the city: we frequent Philly, and so naturally, Mr. Bruschetta pictured us partying with family and friends into the late summer night in some hip, urban spot.
I, on the other hand, had my heart set on a Main Line reception: tucked away among the rolling hills of an estate in the suburbs, the newlyweds and their guests savoring an elegant evening celebration echoing the day's stately church ceremony.
Prior to our first walk-through, we agreed on a few attributes of our ideal reception location:
- It should allow for movement throughout the evening: cocktail hour in one location, dinner in another and dancing in a third area.
- It must allow all our guests to dine together. (No surprise here, since food is *rather important* to us.
- We both had to love the spot. (Yes, we realized early on that one of our "visions" would have to win out in the end.)
I'm sure other fall- and winter-engaged brides will sympathize: working with minimal daylight made visiting reception sites a challenge! Without the option of swinging by a venue after work (since it was too dark by that time to see most of them!), our weekends became jam-packed running around to lok at reception locations.
Mr. Bruschetta arranged for a Philly site visit a full week before we would be able to head out to the Main Line. I recall moaning and complaining about how I totally wasn't interested in a city reception. But, after work one night in January, we met up and ventured into our favorite part of Philly -- Old City.
We parked, and walked to a destination unbeknown to me. At the corner of Third and Arch Streets, we stopped.