At our wedding, we walked down the aisle to the pavanne from the Orlando soundtrack.

We used the score from Branagh's Henry V. "The Day is Yours" for me to walk down the aisle and "St. Crispin's Day/Battle of Agincourt" as we said our vows and walked back down together.

I put my foot down about no damned Mendelssohn and no damned Wagner at my wedding.

I also affirm the wonderfulness that is Liese.

We have no song. Should we have a song?

Huh. I guess if I thought about it, our song would have to be "In Buildings" by Possum Dixon, but there's no way I could walk down the aisle to that.

We are also songless, and I am fine with that.

I think we'll walk out of the church to the tune of "Kung Fu Fighting

I love this visual! Youtube it and it will go viral like that!

My marriage had two songs. Fleetwood Mac's Landslide (mine) and Elton John's Tiny Dancer.(his)

We should have given that more thought, in retrospect.

Ours is "Birdhouse in Your Soul," and we totally would have played it at our ceremony, but we didn't know we could bring our own music to the elopement.

At our wedding, we walked down the aisle to the pavanne from the Orlando soundtrack.

I seriously considered that, but I had my brother-in-law play something original on the bass recorder instead.

I've been exhibiting world-class procrastination these last couple of weeks, post illness. Today's contribution is Billy Connolly's Journey to the End of the World.

My observations: Billy Connolly is who I want to marry...which bodes ill for my marital future. Canada is gorgeous. I'm glad others have adventures that I can share without getting into a helicopter. I'm completely besotted with everything Scottish. Always will be.

Yeah, ours was original, too. The SO played me down the aisle, a piano piece he`d written for/about me. Which completely tripped out my dad, who kept wanting to start down the aisle early. But I knew every cadence of that song, so it was easy for me to time it.
 
But we have no song song.

We have no song. Should we have a song?

No? Remember, I used to compulsively make mix tapes. To the point of right before Pete and I started dating, StuntHusband wandered over to my desk, picked up the case for the mixtape I had made the night before, read the track list, and said, "Oh. So, Pete, huh?"

To this day, I do not know how StuntHusband was able to deduce that from the track list.

I pretty much knew I was a goner when D sent me an email: "This is one of those times where I'll deeply regret passing something along, and also deeply regret failing to do so. This is hilarious. I'm sorry and/or you're welcome. "

And he sent me this: [link]

This is after our first date, right before our second. Le sigh. Badly written porn is responsible for my marriage.