Now that I’m not laughing hysterically and have had a night of sleep, let’s talk about the current wedding venue situation. Red Lion Restaurant sits right beside Boulder Creek. As I mentioned in my previous post, the bridge connecting the property to the highway was washed out. The unseasonably warm temperatures and subsequent rapid snow melt caused the creek to swell. When the bridge collapsed, the rubble blocked the creek to the point that a Flash Flood warning went out. The bridge remnants are now cleared from the creek, but the giant hole in the bridge remains.
There is evidently a rather treacherous back road to the property, but Boulder Open Space & Mountain Parks has limited the unpaved (and steep) back road to residents, contractors, and emergency vehicles. So, as it stands right now, unless my wedding dress was made by Speedo or transforms into a pontoon, we may have a problem.
My immediate plan is to call the onsite wedding coordinator. I’m sure she’s overwhelmed by panicky brides at the moment. I’m not planning on panicking about the situation. There are plenty of eventualities one can accommodate, but a collapsed bridge really is not one of them. I’ve been fretting a bit that I had forgotten something, but a bridge isn’t on anyone’s wedding prep list.
Now, I’m going to go to work, wait until Colorado business hours begin, and call a very overwhelmed wedding coordinator.
One of the most interesting parts of planning a wedding is the “Oh hey, I know so and so who does $foo” or the equally amusing, “Oh hey, did you know so and so family friend does $foo and is really darn good at it?” I’ve had a lovely surprise of that sort over the past week which cemented itself today. For this, I am both happy and thankful.
In the myriad of wedding blogs that I’m reading, I see so often that people have someone in the wedding party who is a florist or decorator or wedding planner or just downright craftastic. I am not craftastic. My wedding is in another state so even if I happened to be craftastic, the notion of hauling a ton of anything to Colorado is daunting. My wedding party, also not local to the wedding venue, is not craftastic. My Mom and sister-in-law, who are local, are both scrapbooking sorts but after looking at the cost to make invitations vs. buying them… buying.
Seeing all the amazing and lovely DIY wedding bits and pieces certainly makes me want to be crafty, but alas, I am not. Well, I made a scarf last winter, but rather than trying to be magically and suddenly crafty, I’m investing my energies (and injuries which I typed instead of typing energies and I find amusing) in finding unique and wonderful creations by others. I’m also quite intentionally seeking extra creative license enabled input from those who are creating the variety of crafty things that a wedding entails. Granted, that means I’ve been extremely thoughtful when selecting vendors; I’m placing a lot of trust in their judgement.
So, while I won’t have the wonderful homey creative air that DIY can bring. I will have fostered creative inspiration and given myself room to breathe (and not worry about getting various projects done at the last minute). I think the breathing room is more important to me right now.
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