Hair despair

New Orleans doesn't agree with my hair. Every day, it was supposed to be sunny (according to Weather.com, the biggest liars on the internet), but really, all week it was foggy in the morning and then muggy and cloudy during the day with maybe a spot of sunshine. Very unfriendly hair conditions. Don't I look like a complete wreck in this picture? That's me after spending the last three days looking at ten wedding reception venues and a handful of Catholic churches. I hope I'll make a prettier bride.

So I have searched high and low. Now here's the hard part: Convincing Dan where we should have our wedding.

Because here's the deal. Dan and I have very similar taste. We like the same things. Food. Music. Restaurants. Jokes. Cities. Each other. We also know each other better than anyone else does. I trust his judgment--I let him pick out the apartment we're living now without me seeing it (and it's spot on) and he trusts me (he's letting me come to New Orleans to pick our wedding place.)

Well, he SAYS he trusts me. But here is the guy who won't take a restaurant recommendation from me even though we like the same kind of food and look for the same thing in a good restaurant (chill, homey, authentic, good food). My friend from work recommended this Mexican place in our neighborhood, Taco Taco. And I told him, I trust her opinion, let's go. And he was iffy. So I went with my friend Brian. Loved the food and ambiance. I tell Dan. I told him, let's go. And he was iffy. Finally, months later, he grudgingly goes because I wouldn't shut up about it, and after we eat a great meal, he tells me, all surprised and bewildered, "This place is good!" And now that's our go-to Mexican spot.

This happens all the time.

Now this is just Mexican food. Dan loves Mexican food and yet, he has to be convinced to try a Mexican restaurant just a few blocks away from our apartment with my glowing recommendation and all factors mentioned above about our compatibility.

So imagine me trying to recommend a place for our wedding, one of the most important days in our lives and our first major financial investment together. I'll leave you with that thought, dear reader, as I comb my hair before going to bed.