Walking with Dinosaurs
Earlier this year, during an unseasonably cold Friday, I took a personal day from work and went with Kim and then-baby Thomas to the Field Museum. After a busy morning of playing with various toddler-friendly dioramas, we ate lunch at the museum café and had the following conversation:
You know, I asked half facetiously, what would be awesome? To have a wedding reception here. In the museum, I mean. Right on the main floor, by the dinosaur.
“Yeah it would.”
Problem is, I’d have to find somebody who feels the same way. That and somebody who can afford it. ‘Cause I certainly can’t, ever.
“I imagine that wouldn’t be a long list.”
Yeah, it’s pretty short. The only girl I know who could possibly afford it would—well, let’s say our engagement isn’t pending anytime soon.
“You should take out a craiglist ad with just that as the body. ‘Looking for somebody to marry at the Field Museum.’ I mean, it’s as good a shot as any. You might actually get a response. Who knows?”
Huh. I might, I just might one day.
Every now and then I’ve seriously flirted with the idea of posting such a personal ad and what if any response it would generate. But that was then. Thanks to recent (admittedly ridiculous and fortunate) developments, my former fantasy reception hall will be my soon-to-be employer. And while I’m nothing short of ecstatic about this career move, I’m now stuck with finding a new, equally nerdy-yet-extravagant venue to fantasize about: nobody dreams about throwing a wedding reception at their office.