and furthermore, check out this conversation I had with my mom last night regarding reception spaces:
mom: you should get a place YOU like, don’t worry about how I feel about the statues.
me: yeah, but there’s those low ceilings in there, and those fucking pillars on the dance floor…
ensuing period of uncomfortable silence: good job, douchebag, you just said “fucking” in front of your mom.
me: i mean, the pillars are definitely not OK.