Oli is getting married in a brewery. In handing over the deposit for the place, she's convinced she's become every man's dream. Who else but the perfect woman and fantasy wife would want to get married in a brewery? A hockey arena would probably have been Corey's first choice, but needless to say, he's ecstatic.
When she mentioned it, I had my doubts. A brewery? But when she brought me there for the first time, I could see the charm. It used to be a railway station over a hundred years ago, and the company has kept all the historic stuff in place. And when in the early stages of beer production, the place smells like ginger snaps.
The ceremony will take place outside on the large patio, and the reception indoors, next to the plant. The room is gorgeous, really, and two big windows overlook the factory and production while the other side is a spectacular view of the city.
Late September, come what may, my sister will marry the love of her life in said historic brewery, smelling like cookies. And in between ceremony and reception, when we are off posing for pictures, their guests will be privy to free brewery tours. At least no one will be bored.
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