Sigh. Now I remember why I didn't want to get married before: first, it requires making decisions, and that's just not something I do well, and second, I feel like I'm putting on huge Broadway musical (the Andew Lloyd Webber kind, not the Andy Rooney and Judy Garland kind).
And who knew that a wedding planning was so like sorority formal rush, complete with constrained budgets, weird outfits, and snarky comments?
Currently, the only certainties are that it will take place in 2007 and in San Francisco. Oh, and that the groom is Foodgoat. Other than that - not a clue.
Should the party take place in the lovely Presidio (Log Cabin? Film Center? Officer's Club?)?
Or should we head north across the Golden Gate (Headlands Center for the Arts? Campbell Hall & Garden? Point Reyes Seashore Lodge?), which is even lovelier, but farther from the airport?
Or what about Treasure Island, which has gorgeous views, is halfway between the City and our East Side families, and, let's face it, just sounds cool?
And can I forget about Golden Gate Park (e Young museum? Beach Chalet Brewery?), where Foodgoat & I used to stroll every night when we first met?
I'm so confused. And all we want is a sushi station and pie.