Scouting

So wedding stuff today, because I have wedding on the brain after last night. We had a menu tasting last night, in which we ate enough food for a table of 5. Between the two of us. I'm honestly not joking or exaggerating. Five servings. And, mostly, it was me eating most of the food. Because I'm a hoover, apparently, when it comes to extremely good food. You can call me Hungry Hippo if you like. (I probably won't reply. Or will be extremely offended. Use the nickname as sparingly as possible, I'd say.) Also, I enjoyed wine tasting everything twice, since I wasn't the one driving. I'm suddenly afraid that I may have aged about 2 more decades in less than a day, however, since I thoroughly enjoyed the one glass of Rose' that we were given to taste with dinner. It was like a lovely stick of butter. Or something more appetizing.

Luckily, the whole menu is decided upon after nearly three hours scarfing food down.

Previously, I did a whole lot of scouting for photo shoot places in the immediate vicinity of our wedding/reception locale. These are all appropriate, right?





This one is especially appropriate, no?