(Quick aside: Chris' proposal wasn't exactly planned. All we meant to do that day was start ring shopping, but we found the ring and I decided he had to propose so I could wear it immediately. We ended up a total dive bar, Mauna Loa in SF, looking for champagne. All they had was canned champagne and a chili cheese dog buffet...and that was our high class proposal hence the champagne in a can reference.)
San Francisco is this one-of-a-kind place where you can walk into Portsmouth Square with gigantic, stuffed clouds and stars on PVC pipes, papier-mâché prospector heads, fifteen people dressed in black, signs mentioning opium dens and a tripod, and then take 100 pictures while only the tourists bat an eye. If I haven't said it lately, I love you San Francisco and I love that you've been such a huge part of our first amazing year of marriage!
(Don't judge these photos since they were test photos. These are merely a sneak peak. You'll have to come to the show on Saturday to see the real deal.)