Thinking about dancing

I can't help but think about my first dance with my future wife whenever I hear some song on my IPod. Whatever song I choose, it has to be awesome. What's ridiculous about all of this is that we can't dance. Here I am imagining perfect waltzes, dips, and cha-cha's to something funky, or sweet, or just fuck everyone, and dance to some Crystal Castles or something. I have a whole year to pick a song, and my mind will change daily, but I can't help but obsess about it because this is the only thing I have to choose. I'm not worrying about flowers, or colors, or the food. All my responsibilty rests on choosing music.

STOP FUCKING WITH YOUR GLASSES! ACCEPT THAT YOU WERE BAM-BOOZLED! YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO PUSH THEM UP YOUR NOSE FOR THE NEXT TWO YEARS UNLESS YOU BREAK THEM BECAUSE YOU'RE ADJUSTING THE NOSE PADS TOO MUCH!