Am I asking too much?

I'm not, I don't think. I don't need my reception to be at the Mandarin Oriental ballroom. I don't need to wear Vera Wang (although Reem Acra would be nice!). I don't need to have lobster salad in little sesame cones or individual teeny three-tiered wedding cakes for every single person. I don't need five hundred guests. (I don't even know 500 people!) I don't need to register for ten Nambe bowls. I just want a nice, fun, pretty wedding that looks remotely like what I've imagined since I was, oh, six. And I'd like it to be held in a place that somehow says "New York" and isn't totally gross. Is this even possible to do here? Well, we'll see...