Finding a Place
Several of my friends were in the process of getting married at about the
time that we got engaged, and all of them said, first and foremost, find a
place for the reception. Well, Matt and I thought we'd kill two birds with
one stone and have both the ceremony and the reception at the same place -- a
hotel perhaps, because Williamsburg is competely saturated with hotels. So I
started calling around. I took a day or two off and visited a few places. At
one of them, the Fort Magruder Inn, the woman showing me around insisted that I
was familiar to her. And for that matter, she was familiar to me, too. We tred
to figure out where we've seen each other. Grocery store? Movie theater? No
luck.
A few days later, as I was getting ready to head out the door to work in the
morning, there was a knock at the door. Matt opened it. It's the woman from
the hotel -- and I realized where we'd met: She lives about two doors down from
me, and we run into each other almost every weekend doing the laundry!
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