That's what my friend Amy kept calling me on Saturday at our open house. That's right, we had people over the day after our wedding, because why not? There's never enough time to talk to people at a wedding reception.
My kids are back in France.. The house is quiet again, the cats are looking around as if to say "What happened?" and I'm planning to avoid the projected 92° heat (that's 33° for those of you not in the US) somehow — maybe by dealing with the 83 messages in my inbox.
My favorite expression these past few months has been "sofa king." Anyway, I went to the grocery store to get a few things—shrimp, red bell pepper, garlic, and fresh ginger—for dinner, and on my way home I heard a song on First Wave that made me say "I have GOT to keep a running list of songs to play at our wedding reception." (No, there's no date set yet.)
I told this to Allan when I got home, and he said "You should blog about it."
Then his eyes got all twinkly, and he added "You know, to get some tongues wagging."
I'm pretty picky about music. There will be no "love ballads" played at our wedding. We will not dance to the "I like big butts" song (I don't even know the name of that song! But I was out of the country during the 90s, so I'm excused). I'm not sure we can learn to dance to "Thriller" in time. (I'm not opposed to having that played at the reception, though.)
Anyway, if you have a cool song you want to share in the comments, I'll take note.
No promises that I'll let it be played at the reception, however.
Oh, and the song I heard on the radio? It's below the fold. Don't you judge me. I came of age in the 1980s.