It's just so easy to become swept up in all of the hoopla and while I held out for awhile, I can't say that I fought too hard to keep the big dress, up-do hair and pedicure appointment pressures at bay. After all, I am an anthropologist and participant observation is my best tool. (Yes, I'm using academics as an excuse to be girly and self-centred and spend too much money. I can't say I'm proud of myself, but unfortunately, I am far from the worst abuser of this ethnographic power). Out of the variety of things that I normally don't even think about but suddenly felt I had to care about the one that is causing me the most sleepless nights is:
(wait for it...not the colour of my smile, not that I failed my 'back to the gym' regime three months ago, not that my nail biting habit is still going strong)
No, it's my inability to remember lyrics to popular songs.
I am not kidding. Perhaps the most fun/angst that I have experienced during this whole planning process was coming up with a songlist for the dance. (Why, oh why, didn't I ask guests for requests?!) The fun part was spending too much time on youtube, playing songs and enjoying the dancing antics of the various members of my family. The angsty part was realizing that I only know choruses to these ballads, and have no idea what kind of messages I'm sending out with these choices, nor will I be able to shout along to the song (half of the fun of dancing at a wedding dance). I have woken up every day this week with some choice song in my head and can only remember snippets of it.
And now I've just realized (thanks to CBC's morning playlist) that I forgot to request any Gordon Lightfoot. Crap, crap, crap.
I'd go back to bed but I've got a salon appointment in an hour and I need to go and see if my Marx Reader from Sociology 301 is still around. I might be getting married in three days, but I'm still an anthropologist. I've got work to do.
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