A Venue, But Make It a Home

We’ve been chauffeuring weddings for four years now, and I suppose that officially makes Clare and me part of the wedding industrial complex. Time has a funny way of looping back on itself, and with each season we’re starting to experience a kind of déjà vu as we return to churches and venues that have become old friends.

Whether it’s escorting a bride and her father up the winding drive at Felt Mansion, serving as the getaway car at The Broadway Ave or Venue3Two, or offering guest rides under the patio lights at Ivy House, there’s a quiet satisfaction in arriving someplace familiar. The buildings don’t change much, but the moments inside them always do.

When I first started, I was simply that car guy: the one fussing with chrome reflections and tire shine. But returning to these venues over the years has shifted something. Now, more often than not, I’m invited to sit down for dinner with the other vendors or venue staff during their breaks. Somewhere along the way, we stopped being the new faces on the gravel drive.

As a wise man once said, sometimes it’s nice to go somewhere where they know your name. And in this unlikely corner of the wedding world, we’ve found exactly that.

Photography: @gabtomphoto