“It was the best of times, it was the worst of…”, oh hell, as much as I would love to sound intellectual quoting Charles Dickens, there is yet another great American author who’s advice I truly cherish at this moment, the great Kenny Rogers, who said “You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away, and know when to run”. On our flight back from Arizona, the debate quickly began, as to the location of the wedding.
Location, Location, Location
As any newly engaged person can tell you, there are three very specific questions that 99.5% of
everyone that you tell wants to know the answers to.
1. How did he propose? That’s an easy one – it’s your story.
2. What does the ring look like? Simple. Send a photo.
3. When and Where is the wedding? Uh. What? Was I supposed to know that already?
It’s really quite amazing how many people automatically assume that you’ll know what venue, what day
and what city your wedding will be in just minutes after getting that shiny ring on your finger. I guess
some people do have time or have made this decision in between the happy laugh-crying that goes on
right after the proposal. In my humble opinion, it was much more fun to take excited photos that show
off your shiny new piece of bling (see below, for one of my just-got-engaged-and –my-face-hurts-from-
smiling-so-much photos) than try to figure out all the grisly details.
Our situation is a funny one, and picking the location was by far one of our toughest and biggest
decisions. I’m originally from the Phoenix Area, and Adam grew up on Long Island in New York – so our
home bases are about as far away from each other as you can get in the continental United States and
meeting in the middle was not our dream wedding destination location. We also knew that in choosing
Arizona, or picking New York City, we would be alienating people and making one half of our family and
friends travel – which just didn’t seem fair.
So, we did the only logical thing and decided to make EVERYONE travel. We decided to have our nuptials
in beautiful San Diego, and therefore frustrating all of our family and friends equally – as well as giving
them a pretty cool vacation destination. I mean, have you seen San Diego – it’s gorgeous!
How cool is that view?
We came about our decision after doing a bit a research. We did look into East Coast Venues, but it
seemed like the ones that we could afford (it’s amazing the price difference in Manhattan) seemed like
wedding factories that popped out six brides a weekend. They also all included a free ice sculpture.
Now, I know some people love these frozen decorations, so I apologize if you do, but for me, it was a
clear sign that a wedding in a hall in the city wasn’t the right choice. In fact, after I woke up from a dream
about these icy figures in cold sweats (ha!) we decided to skip the NYC idea.
Beware of the Ice Sculpture
We also looked into many AZ wedding locals, but nothing seemed right. We wanted to be on the water,
and that’s hard to find naturally in a land locked state.
A couple of months before we got engaged, we traveled to San Diego with my parents for a little R&R.
We loved it. The Sunday before we left, we had brunch at restaurant called Tom Hamm’s Lighthouse.
My mom joked that Adam and I should get married there (uh, thanks Mom – there was no ring at that
point), but what she didn’t know is Adam had also made a similar joke. When we talked about it, we
decided that picking San Diego just felt “bershert” which in Hebrew means, meant to be.
That’s Us outside Tom Hamm’s Restaurant in San Diego
Now, we hope our friend and family won’t hate us – And that we’ll find a perfect venue.
San Diego , here we come!
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Hello, hello, hello!
I’m so excited to be JunoBride’s new Bridal Blogger and I, Shoshana Davis, vow to faithfully document my adventure into the wedding world as well as (hopefully) pick all of your brains for a little bit of advice on my own upcoming nuptials.
To understand our dream wedding, you’ll have to know a little bit more about us. We live in Manhattan, in a shoebox apartment, (read: definitely too small for two people, two cats, and lots of guitars), with plenty of city fun at our fingertips. As a writer living in the city, originally from Phoenix, Arizona and leaving the southwest for NYC by way of Washington DC for college, I’m often straddling the line between Carrie Bradshaw and Ree Drumond (well, I don’t have any kids, and have never lived on a ranch.).
Adam, my other half, works the 9 to 5 as a super smart engineer but is a pretty amazing musician by night. You should hear this kid play the guitar (and piano, and flute, and … who am I kidding, our kids better get this guy’s musical talent because I have none) . They say girls love rock stars, right? He’s also one of the biggest Yankees and Giants fans in the NY metropolitan area (Super bowl champs!).
Adam and I met almost three years ago, and have been inseparable ever since. Funny story, we met on an online dating site, but didn’t’ tell our friends that … So, here’s a group apology to everyone we told that we met at a bar – Our first date was at the Chelsea Brewery, which makes it more of a ½ lie, than a true lie.
The hubby to be is a complete romantic (we’re lucky that one of us is, because I have the romantic inklings of a paper bag) and he proposed on our two year anniversary while we were on vacation in my home town in Arizona. I was clueless and had no idea it was coming – a true storybook proposal.
Adam planned a date day which I thought was to celebrate our anniversary and I had no idea what we were doing. He packed up a cooler with water, ice, and snacks. He’d had warned me to bring a bathing suit, so I thought we were going to a water park of some sort. That idea soon changed when we ended up in the parking lot at Roosevelt Lake, and walking to the Marina – where I saw that my boyfriend had taken a boating course and gotten his boating license. (Read: He did a very good job of hiding a 16 hour course from me – maybe my journalistic skills need to be sharpened.)
He boated over to a little cove, and tried to drop the anchor, but the steep drop off of the mountain, meant deep waters, and it wouldn’t catch. We were rebels and decided to drift a bit. Adam asked me if I wanted my present for our anniversary. I said yes, of course. Duh, who doesn’t want presents? He pulled out an ipad, and told me he got it to help me with my writing and had put some special software on it.
I couldn’t see the software though, because of the glare (love the hot AZ sun!) and Adam started getting nervous – which was odd and just hit play on the tablet. It started playing our song – Phil Vassar’s version of “My Next 30 years” and was a video montage of photos. He called it our “top ten” moments – think David Letterman, but a lot mushier. Number 9, was our first Halloween together, number 2 was our first date, (which he noted had no photos, because it would be creeptastic to take a photo with a girl on the first date), and number one had a picture of the lake, and asked the question, Why? At this point, I was still clueless. He told me the tablet wasn’t my real gift and got down and one knee and proposed.
I was so excited – and have been on cloud nine since.
As we’re starting to get into the nitty-grity of planning, I’m excited to take you all on the ins, outs, ups and downs. A and I are planning to have smaller wedding, on the water (we just can’t stay away!) vintage touches (you know, hurricane lamp centerpieces, lace doilies, antique books) and of course, great music. I could go on about this forever, but for now, I’ll say goodbye! Talk to you all soon