At every wedding I attend, I can’t help feeling the tiniest twinge of regret over my own nuptials. Not because I wish I had worn a different dress, or picked a different venue, or (God help me!) picked a different PERSON… but because of Our Song.
I’m not talking about “Our Song” (hi there, T. Swizzle!). I’m talking about OUR Song – the one that plays during your First Dance as a married couple, that awesome tradition where everyone stands around and stares at you for 3-5 minutes.
I went to the loveliest wedding over the weekend (congratulations again, Christina and Carl!) – everything about it was so unique and just so * them * that I’m still beaming a few days later. During their first dance – to a gorgeous song that I couldn’t quite place – I overheard my husband and a friend whispering: “Is this the Flaming Lips?” (They think it is. Christina and/or Carl: Please confirm!)
I thought to myself: This could actually be THEIR song. Like, the song that makes them think deep thoughts about their relationship, and that is so awesome. I love these two people.
And then that familiar twinge of regret crept back because, well… I’ve been living a lie. The Song that my husband and I danced to at our wedding all those years ago – it wasn’t Our Song. I chose “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King, because it’s a wonderful song, I love the sentiment, and it fit the requirements of being just a hair under three minutes, which is as long as I can tolerate people looking at me before I burst into flames. But our “real” song? The Official Theme Song™ of our relationship?
“Take Me Home Tonight” by Eddie Money.
This is our JAM. The lyrics are fucking amazing:
- “I feel a hunger – it’s a hunger.” Mind = BLOWN
- “Let’s find the key and turn this engine on!” YAAASSS
- “Be my little baby – oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Just like Ronnie said!
Mr. Seeking Ambition and I do a rather amazing duet of this song, thankyouverymuch, and it’s probably pretty likely that we wouldn’t have been able to make it through a dance to this song without cracking up and doing some sweet air sax. Our musical tastes are wildly different, but we’ve been able to compromise over a mutual love of bitchin’ 80’s tunes.
So why didn’t I just go with our favorite song? The truth is, I just couldn’t face the prospect of explaining that we are not sex fiends to my newly minted relatives, particularly my husband’s sweet little Gram.
Tell me, people… what’s YOUR Song? If it’s anything in the Eddie Money oeuvre… we both should run out and buy lottery tickets, because that’s just plain spooky.