Sorry it has been so long since a post has been made, but Evan and I have been busy. Right now Evan is on a ship somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean and I just got back from Camp Rainey Mountain where I spent a week helping instruct/chaperon MCJROTC cadets. So not much has happened in the past week, but a few things have happened before we both left.
Our dear friends at All Saints' Episcopal Church have graciously agreed to allow us to be married at their church. Evan and I feel so blessed to be able to have this opportunity. The first day we started working with them, they were more helpful than any other church we worked with (you know which one I'm talking about). In about two days, they offered to give us a space as well as allowing us to use Rev Pat from St. Luke's. They had been more than helpful; in fact, they did all of the work. Geoffrey from All Saints' personally spoke to Fr. Dan about our situation to find out if they wouldn't or couldn't marry us due to lack of space. Here's the real kicker that demonstrates lack of communication at St. Luke's: Fr. Dan did not know that there was a time conflict with our wedding time and the re-scheduled musicians' practice. This leads me to believe that someone did not put our chosen wedding time on the church calendar. So when the practice had to be re-scheduled, there was no issue because our wedding was not on the calendar. [That is an assumption, but makes perfect sense so I have no trouble jumping.]
On another note, Evan has been working on finding a place for us to live for the next year. We first started our apartment hunting with the aid of the internet. Then went to those places we found, but along the way we saw more apartments we should check out. When we went to one place, they suggested we use Promove. It is a free service that does all the apartment searching for us. So we stopped by Promove later and they handed us a bajillion apartments that were within our price and proximity range. Evan narrowed them down to about six different places. Since I live closer to Atlanta, I will pick up where he left off and visit those apartments to make the final decision. YAY EVAN!
On the 22nd of June, my mother, Pat (a family friend and not the priest), myself, and possibly Lindsay will go up to Atlanta to do some stuff. We'll narrow down vendor choices, sign contracts, go to the seamstress who will make my dress, get inspired for the reception, and most importantly we will go to The Flying Biscuit.
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