Showing posts with label the reception. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the reception. Show all posts

Monday, October 6, 2008

Let There Be Football!

For all you folks who thought Curtis was kidding when he said he'd be watching the Florida-LSU game at his wedding reception: My uncle brought his 32" flat panel TV out to the shed, Saturday along with his digital receiver, hooked it into the cable he had installed there and it works JUST FINE! We watched the end of the Alabama-Kentucky game there Saturday. Unfortunately even that gorgeous setting didn't make that game any better.

The good news for Curtis is, I think all us Bama fans can stand to root for the Gators this particular night.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The Wedding Singer

You wedding guests are lucky indeed. Entertainment for the evening will be provided by our lovely and talented friend, Julie Gribble, accompanied by the also lovely and talented and Sean Bennett.


To learn more about Julie's music, visit her online at http://www.juliegribble.net/. She's also on Myspace: www.myspace.com/juliegribble.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

A Tractor Shed?

I know some of you think I am kidding, or exaggerating, so here’s a picture of the reception venue.



Yes, it has had tractors in it my entire life. After the demise of the original shed, my aunt and uncle converted the end of the tractor shed into the commercial zone for selling tomatoes, corn, whatever is to be sold these days.

And ever third weekend in October they have a pumpkin party there with hayrides and pumpkins for the kiddies to pick out of the fields. They set up grills and bring a TV out to watch that all important third-Saturday-in-October Alabama football game.

Architecturally speaking, it’s a gem. I believe it dates to the 30s, perhaps. The rafters are lovely. The color of the rusted tin roof is the inspiration for my shoes and flowers.



I mean, if Martha Stewart were to come down and fill it with big ol’ flower arrangements, yummy food and nicely decorated tables and do a photo shoot there, my aunt and uncle could send their grandson to Harvard on the money they’d rake in from renting the place out to local brides!

We may not be totally up to Martha’s level, but I think we’ll do pretty well come Oct. 11.