My Super Sweet 16

I have just taken an emotional dump.  That's right.  A grumper.  Chris and I ordered our invitations today.  Holy shit.  I wish there was a free injection of heroin or a case of Mad Dog to injest before embarking on such a task.  I was literally sitting in front of my laptop for 3 hours checking, double-checking and revising every element of the invites.  Not only do I have a headache but I've missed out on almost an entire Sunday of antics (laying around, watching a marathon of American Pickers, changing sweatpants, rubbing Kasia's ears).  The only thing that would've been worse is a hangover combined with the wedding shananagins.  Good thing Chris has been sleeping the entire time.... what a big help he's been.



Since my mom is in town, which has been awesome, I have been briefing her on wedding details.  The topic of wedding music came up and apparently, we are in a mild disagreement.  I need to circle the wagons and figure out a lyrical agenda for all things November 19th.  I want something nontraditional for our ceremony...... don't worry, there won't be an electric slide down the aisle.



The same goes for moonwalking, the cha-cha slide or anything involving props.  I'm not ok with that crap.  In fact, I used to think large groups of choreographed numbers were cool-- YouTube ruined that.  Now, every wedding with 20-somethings has a 30 second split of slow music followed by a Michael Jackson tune.  Come on peeps... let's get original.  Plus, the moves showcased are usually executed poorly/borderline offensive in suckiness and lack rhythm.



WHAT WOULD BE RAD IS A New Dance Show style of dancing.  We can bring back the timeless Detroit-style runway and bust a move.