Luke and I went to the theater where our ceremony will be performed, to get an idea of how the rehearsal should go on Friday. We are keeping the scenery belonging to the show running that night, which is an old-fashioned home featuring props like a rotary phone.
So my dream of getting married in the house I grew up in is coming true.
Logistics to consider when you get married in a theater:
Does the bride swoop in on wires or rise from an opening in the ground?
Is the officiate allergic to fog machines?
Will the ring bearer upstage the flower girl with his more authentic cockney accent?
With a poster for guests to sign and programs designed as playbills we're sure to have a smash hit. I know it's tradition to throw rice at the new couple, but (some joke about rotten tomatoes seems fitting right about now. I'm tired).