My wedding took place on a bluff overlooking Cleveland’s Lake Erie on the same weekend, as it happened, that both The International Gay Rodeo Association (fabulous) and the Promise Keepers (scary) were in town (you can imagine the colorful elevator encounters…but that’s another story). The event itself skewed toward the formal, like so many nuptials back then, and the trend for folksy barn settings—playing cornhole during cocktail hour and saying “I do” in a forest—was just burgeoning. Since then, the popularity of these more laid back, customizable, rustic affairs, especially for outdoorsy types, has exploded—and endures. As local wedding consultant…
