Weddingbee Blog

At the ripe old age of twelve, I had come to the definitive conclusion that there was one man, and only one man, to whom I’d give my heart:
May I present my tween self’s fantasy husband, Frederic? Anyone who recognizes him gets instant, honorary BFF status.

It’s Christopher Atkins, laced up in his frilliest finery for a role in my favoritest flick ever, The Pirate Movie. I feel no shame in admitting that I know every line of a movie that was nominated for a stunning nine Razzie awards. No shame whatsover.

But here’s what sucks. The childhood friend who shared my Pirate Movie obsession and I are long lost to one another, leaving me quite at odds to deal with what has become an increasingly insistent voice in my head. A voice I had well-enough corked until Miss Kiwi’s robot post released the demons all over again (thanks a lot!). A voice that whispers to me as I fall asleep, urging me to do the unthinkable–the absolutely mad…

PERFORM THE MOVIE’S “HAPPY ENDING” DANCE WITH MY BRIDAL PARTY AT THE WEDDING.

If you haven’t seen this cult classic, and are curious what cliff I’m considering leaping from, there’s a bootleg YouTube copy of the number in question right here. For all my new BFFs, here’s a refresher of images:



I know. I’ve gone quite dotty. I tried to casually, half-jokingly broach the subject with the Mr., but he saw right through me. He got this really curious half smile and kind of cocked his head at me like, “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Being an actor and consummate ham, however, I know he’d be game. Mr. Lovebug loves him some spotlight. And my bridesmaids absolutely rock–they would belly dance with cymbals if I asked them to. Plus, our groomsmen are great sports, too. One even takes dance lessons, just for fun!

I can only imagine the response: a roomful of mystified expressions. More cocked heads. But oh my god, I want to do it soooo bad. It would be a dream. I have so much nostalgic joy wrapped up with every lyric of that goofy movie. I mean, it really imprinted me with some strong “LOVE-HAPPY” associations. Check it out:
And what’s so different about this than busting out to Billy Idol with your dad? Or secretly taking tango lessons and choreographing a surprise show? I think the sheer giddy silliness of it would be a million-dollar memory. And it’s our day, right?

What do you think? Just get over it? Or just go for it?