In about an hour, we’ll be hopping across town to view a possible venue for our wedding. We’re all fresh, and washed, and rinsed, wearing clothes a little smarter than we would usually bother with during the day, and feeling slightly nervous about it all. The closest analogy I can draw is a job interview.
I feel as though I’m going to a job interview. Weird. It’s not as though they won’t let us marry there if we fail to impress. They want our money, after all, and that’s all they’re really interested in.
I wonder if there will be a test….