Our wedding reception playlist is looking like a middle-school dance. We have a lot of Billy Joel, some Def Leppard, Don Henly, Roxette, Lita Ford, Nelson ("I can't live without yooour love and affection!"), Kenny Loggins, Motley Crue, The Bangles, and ABBA. And of course, Lou Gramm (you've probably never heard of him... the one-hit-wonder syndrome and all, but his one song "Midnight Blue" is amazing and I lurve it).
Right now I'm going back and adding a bunch of songs to our playlist that Nick took out because "you can't dance to these" or "this is just too ridiculous, Kathy." Songs like MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This" and Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby" (the original non-Korn version) because these are songs that shaped, well, my middle school dance experience and therefore my first experience of anything even remotely resembling dating and romance. Of course it was all awkward and the girls were all taller than the boys, and the boys wouldn't ask us to dance because they were nervous and we had a completely nerdy teacher who walked around and made sure we weren't dancing too closely (which didn't even cross our minds in sixth grade because we were concentrating on not stepping on each others' feet and not looking directly at each other), and it was just so nerve-wracking that I'm sure the hormones bubbled up to the surface just from the stress of it all. But it was dancing and I love dancing, and now I have a deep-seated affection for all things late 80's and early 90's, and he can't take away my "Angel is a Centerfold" by the J. Geils Band, dammit! Not on my wedding day, because I have now mastered the art of dancing with a boy, and talking to a boy, and looking like I'm having a good time. And I want to enjoy the middle-school music while dancing, which will be a first.
I am also procrastinating.
I have to write some parts of the ceremony still, then email it to the pastor. I also have to pack for the honeymoon (I like to start early, so I can change my mind a billion times), which includes the knitting bag. What to bring to knit? Something mindless. Like the beginning of a sock. Except, not a sock based on this swatch:
It's sock yarn on size 0 needles. My gague is 11.5 sts = 1 inch. Yes, eleven-and-a-half stitches to one inch. It's complete madness. I would have to cast on like 120 stitches to fit it around my leg.
(with a US 4 for reference)
Think I'm maybe a little bit stressed?
Oh, and we found out who sent the mysterious response card. It's a close relative's half-brother, his insane wife, her brother, two daughters & a grandchild. The invitation was for two.
Today's Nature Picture...
Ah heck, have three...