In a town called Pacific Grove just south of Monterey in California. There was a great park with an ocean view. We live in Japan and everyone tells us that our wedding pictures look like something from a movie star wedding because there’s no way you can get a location like that in Japan.
Top of a mountain at Keystone ski resort. It was summer. Takes two gondola rides to get there.
On a Beach in New Jersey.
Well, it was supposed to be. It rained (the only day that week that wasn’t clear and sunny). I was hoping up to the last minute that it would clear, and set everything up outside. We were ultimately forced to have it indoors at the restaurant where our reception was.
Many years later, my wife’s sister was supposed to be married down the Jersey Shore on a Pirate Ship. Of course, it rained, and they wouldn’t let the guests out on the slippery deck. They got married indoors where the reception was.
Here in Schenectady. That’s where we both lived, as did her parents. We held it in the back yard of a family friend.
We live in Michigan and got married here, his family flew in from Florida, Texas and Georgia to attend. Sure, it worked out simpler for all of my family, but it wasn’t about that as much as this is where he and I live. Having it anywhere else wouldn’t have made sense to us.
Wedding at City Hall, reception in an Irish pub.
Hey! I was a Best Man at one of those!
The City Hall was in Brooklyn. I have to admit, considering the wear and tear on things public in NYC*,(the formerly white chairs in the waiting area were covered in – what else? – grafitti), it was one of the least romantic wedding venues I’ve been to.
*Don’t put out anything in reach of the public in NYC that you wouldn’t put out in the middle of a war zone. Public phones and gum machyines have to be “hardened” to withstand nuclear strikes if they’re to have a useful working life in the city.
Ours was at Cambridge City Hall, which was surprisingly nice. The clerk performed the ceremony in the City Council chambers. Lots o’ red velvet and she let the 8 of us take turns sitting in the council members chairs. It was fun.
Ours was in the church I attended as I grew up, with a reception at a conference center nearby where one of my brothers worked. We come from neighboring states, and nearly all of the guests were from the East Coast too.
If you decide to have an outdoor wedding (especially if it’s in a back yard) you should rent a tent in case of rain.
We’re doing it in October. It wasn’t hard to decide on what city (his family lives in this state, and we live together near my parents) but we were limited in venues because it’s going to be a ridiculously huge wedding. (Not by my choice.) Most of the venues that can hold enough people were horrible - conference center type places. There’s one beautiful building that was one of the old mill stores, though, and I stuck to my guns about it and that’s where we’re having it.
Literally.
On a boat sailing the St. Croix River, near Hudson, WI. (That’s where we boarded.) Reception was on the boat as well - a four hour tour! (A four hour tour.) We had ~150 guests, which was a lot more than I wanted but you know how it goes - you make concessions. We both grew up in the same small town in western Wisconsin, but lived in Madison at the time. Our immediate families are near Hudson, but relatives were pretty far flung: Iowa, Oklahoma, and Colorado for me; California, Texas, and Oklahoma for him. (Which didn’t make too much of a difference; only his grandparents from OK came anyway.)
Ventura, California, my home town. We were living in Northridge at the time, with our families in different states. We decided to go get the license in Ventura because it was a gorgeous day to call in sick to work and drive to the beach. On the way we talked about weddign logistics and our families, and ended up saying screw it, and just getting married that day. We got the license, made a few calls, and found that the good rev. at the Vistorian Rose Wedding Chapel, a gorgeous little Victorian former church, was decorated for an evening wedding, but he could marry us if we got there in 30 minutes. We paid his fee ($35) and got to use the chaple for free. It was great, and I think our families were mostly relieved at not having to make the trip and deal with a wedding.
At the John Rutledge House Innin Charleston, SC; not the first Dopers to do it, neither! Though they were married inside while ours was a garden wedding.
Last July I officiated a wedding/handfasting at the Millcreek Inn in Utah; it’s in a National Park and stunning. The ceremony was under the pergola you see on the Inn’s landing page.
You get me there, I’ll marry you anywhere, all legal-like and everything!
ETA - at both weddings the reception was held at the same place a few minutes later; this will save you and your guests an enormous amount of headache and money.
Oakland, CA. Which is where we both lived; both sets of parents had to travel. My folks had just moved from Central CA to Northern CA a couple of years previously and I didn’t know anyone there, so it didn’t make much sense to have it near them. And my husband’s parents lived only a couple of hours away, but there weren’t many other folks in that area to come. So we got married in Oakland and everyone traveled except our local friends. 
The Rockefeller Greenhouse in Cleveland, OH.
Suburban Chicago; it’s where she was from, and where we were both living (and still live). Her mother and sister lived in the area, as well, but her father and step-siblings lived in Florida, so they had a longish trip. My family is mostly in Wisconsin, so they had a drive of 4 hours to get here.
We had an outdoor wedding, at the (public) country club where the reception was held. We got lucky, and had good (if warm) weather for the wedding day (it was August, after all).
Rolling Meadows Courthouse. Reception at Trackside afterwards (it was across the street).
First wedding - a small church near my home in Ottawa
Second wedding - North York City Hall - one of the nicer city halls around the city of Toronto.
I highly recommend the wedding occurs near the person arranging it or if that’s impossible someone at the location where it’s occuring acts as a coordinator (paid or slave)
Me too! We didn’t sit in the chairs though.
First wedding: at a wedding chapel in Reno that had garden sans crucifix: no reception, we was po’
Second wedding: in Oakland’s* rose garden, reception at our favourite restaurant (which closed that day for our party!)
*waves to dangermom >^.^<