I wanted my wedding to be someplace particular , but when people walked away from my wedding, I wanted them to have had an experience they would consistently remember… It wasn’t going to be just another wedding.
I read I could book guided tours of the Weisman Art Museum in Minneapolis, MN, for all the guests that are interested, then there were hotels near the museum that were all particular and had excellent Heating and A/C.
Whether I booked in the dead of winter, or the dog days of summer, my guests would be comfortable! My Dad told me to quit dreaming when I told her I wanted to have my wedding at the Weisman Art Museum in Minneapolis, but she told me I had to be an adult first, and then I needed someone to ask me to marry him. I balked at this and walked away. I was only dreaming right now, but I had to start with a dream to make it a reality, for years, I dreamed about my wedding, and one day I met my prince appealing! She was funny and dorky, but I fell in enjoy with him. We met during university, and one afternoon I was telling him about my dream wedding. She laughed and told me she grew up in St; Paul. She said the weather could be legitimately bad, but if that’s where I wanted to get married, all I had to do was set the date. Her dad worked at the museum and she could actually get us a discount. That was how I was commanded to.