So basically, I'd be a ballerina.


And if you don't like glitter...
Of course Garbage would be mine and mine's wedding band.
Oh what? More pink, and gold, and glitter???
Extreme Southern.
Basically, I would live in a dollhouse and the wedding would be a tea-party. Although now that I look at all of this together I'm getting a bit sea-sick. I used to dream of this awesome Washington state wedding in the forest and at the reception bands would play and everyone would have little x's on their hands as a salute to my youth...sigh...And then in between sets people could go up and play if they felt like it. And it would be a big music fest with tequila and tacos. More on nostalgia later. I've actually realized that music aside (since it looks like we are having a DJ instead of a band- but hey, we can make them play whatever we want), our real wedding is seeming more and more like my Washington state wedding, minus the forest, add the flatirons. Oh shit. What would be awesome is if everyone jumped in the creek afterwards and we got amazing pictures of it at night, under the moon...