We looked at 50 venues online and 15 in real life, and I couldn't find exactly what I wanted.
In theory, I'm convinced that this is the universe's way of telling me that I should open a venue down here in North Carolina. But, realistically, it was life's way of telling me that no matter what I pick, it will be perfect because the venue is just a place to hold a party that celebrates that Pete and I love each other so much that we're going to fuse into one and love each other for the rest of our lives.
So I finally picked a venue -- and a date (okay, that in itself is a long story that I promise to post later).
When I finally picked a date, I didn't just want to call my family and tell them. Maybe it's narcissistic and self-indulgent, but I wanted to tell my family in a cutesy way. I wanted it to be something more memorable than a text.
I wanted it to be on the My Edible Choc-board from My Cup of Cake.
It's super cute. It comes with a chocolate chalkboard, a wooden stylus, and a bag of sugar that looks, well, like something you probably shouldn't be carrying around if you have any chance of getting pulled over by the cops.
Using it is a lot easier than I thought. You take the stylus and write on the chocolate. I actually had to do it twice because I was too gentle the first time and the grooves weren't deep enough to pick up the letters.
You can actually see some smears because I originally wiped the chocolate with a wet towel. Yeah, don't do that. Stick to dry. Trust me.
Spread the powdered sugar over the bar.
Spread it with your fingers (to make sure it gets in the grooves).
Wipe with a dry towel.
And tada ... like magic your words appear (or okay, not at all like magic).
I put the chocolate board back in the box it came in to present it.
And how did we, you ask? Pete and I drove up to New York to surprise our families for Father's Day. We were with his family the day before and then with mine on the day of. We (including my parents, both my brothers and their girlfriends, my grandma) had a barbecue and then decided to sit around the fire pit to have dessert. When everyone was setting up the chairs around the fire, I ran inside and created the choco-board.
I walked outside with plates and hid this under it.
"Pete and I brought something special for dessert," I announced, then handed the chocolate to Pete who handed it to my mom.
Now, let me tell you. My mom isn't one for subtlety. So she sat there looking at the chocolate for a lot longer than I anticipated. And that's when it happened, that awkward moment when you think maybe a text would have been better after all.
And then it hit her.
"Oh!" she said. "You picked a date? Finally!" And she passed the chocolate around the circle so everyone could see.
She actually still has the chocolate board on a shelf in the kitchen. She hasn't eaten it yet (and something tells me she isn't planning on it). It was a super cute way for me to tell my family that we had a date picked ... and a way for me to tell you guys too. Yup, we have finally picked a date. The countdown is officially on.
BRIDAL BABBLE: How did you tell your family that you picked a date?