Shrimp and Butter Begone!

My grandmother asked me once years ago what kind of wedding gown I wanted to wear. I didn't understand the question.
"I'm not getting married for years, if ever! Why would I want to think about something like that?"
"Well, every girl thinks about what they want to look like on the day they get married. You don't?"

I don't.

This, my grandmother finds hard to believe (she also won't get past the fact that I refuse to wear jeans, or "dungarees" as she calls them).

I still don't know what kind of dress I want to wear when I get married, but at least it's one decision I can make all by myself.

Here, however, is the list of things that I cannot do, courtesy of my increasingly puzzeling future in-laws:

get married in my hometown, or homestate for that matter.
get married by a secular officiant.
say my wedding vows in front of a very small, intimate group of dear friends and family.
have a reception in an outdoor tent.
serve shrimp cocktail at the cocktail hour reception.
serve cheese, or any dairy products, at the cocktail reception.
serve butter with dinner. (this we're pushing for, though).

Never in my life did I think that I would have to argue for serving butter with dinner at my wedding. But it isn't kosher. I'm getting annoyed.