Anyone who knows Gerard and I- or, let's get real- has seen Gerard and I, know that we aren't that much alike. Moving in together has made that even more obvious to the outside observer, who sees me bring in my pit bull to the family, and Gerard bringing in his papillon. Our apartment is an eclectic mix of his black, silver and glass furniture in a very modern motif, alongside my earthtoned, wooden, natural looking furniture. "People" always say that opposites attract, which is true, but they said nothing about opposites being able to decide on a wedding reception location.
I never really contributed much significance to a reception location, but now that I'm in the throws of picking one, I feel a lot of pressure to pick one that represents us, our relationship, and our style. Problem is, I can't even picture this setting in a dream world, much less a real place, and definitely no where in the very slim category of San Francisco locations that are actually in our budget. I'm kind of inclined to just go with the cheapest decent place, but Gerard has some higher standards to attain. Thankfully, he is doing his part to find locations and make appointments, which I am extremely grateful for. But what I really need him to do is pull out a secret multi million dollar savings account and buy us some extraordinary dream location that my subconscious hasn't even contracted yet. Thanks in advance, Schmoops.