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.

I still feel ick, and I've got a slight fever. I think I'm going to have to take another sick day tomorrow. Damn it.

Thank you all for the condolences.

The way things are going, I'm unlikely to have a wedding to plan. So I haven't given thoughts to songs, etc. Although I have given thought to the fantasy of having Brave Combo as the wedding band.

I don't know how I can be simultaneously proud of and ashamed of the job I'm doing on this song commission, but I am. It sucks to hear something in your head and not be able to accurately bring that into the world, though.

Note to self: self, if you think you are having a bad mental health day, stay off the fucking internet.

I've screwed up (at something that involves a long story). I want my Girl (who is in another country).

Aw Seska, I'm sorry. Also sorry that MiracleMan has yet to perfect that transporter thingie.