Today I spent the day with my cookies, baking a whooping six different varieties for the annual Cookie Bonanza. If you don't know what the heck I am talking about, see past year bonanzas here and here.
I like to listen to my Christmas cds when I bake. I don't have very many, so every year, I end up playing and replaying Charlie Brown Christmas, The Rat Pack, The Nutcracker and Polish Christmas carols. It's also been kind of a tradition that in the seventh hour of baking or so, when I am sick and tired of these albums and am sick and tired of baking cookies, I ended up putting in the soundtrack to Fiddler on the Roof.
I love musicals and I don't know about you but sometimes I fantasize about musical numbers happening in my real life. I wish it could happen. I really do. I think about this more than I like to admit. And so when I was listening to Fiddler, which happens to be one of my favorite musicals of all time, I imagined how nice it would be if someone just did the Bottle Dance at our wedding.
I know it doesn't really fit our New Orleans theme or our Catholic wedding--a bunch of old Jewish men dancing with bottles on their head--but if money were no object, I wouldn't ask for more flowers or a designer bridal gown or whatever....just give me a bunch of dancers and let them spontaneously break into song and dance. As Dan would say, "it would blow people's minds."
A girl can dream. Too much sugar today? Too much alone time? Perhaps...
Update: Just realized that this is not the first time I have blogged about my song-and-dance wedding fantasy.