Don't mind the lonely ambulance driver, he's just going to pass by a few times, lamenting the sweet, sweet despair that is love. His siren is like a sigh that pleads to Venus to release him from the misery of longing for the one that got away. No, really, carry on with your merrymaking.
I was never the little girl who dreamed of her perfect wedding day. I was a tom boy - who loved to canoe. Somehow the idea of canoeing down the "aisle" stuck. And it was pretty freakin' amazing.
Did you resist the urge to go all Pocahontas in "Just Around the Riverbend?" Because I would have totally just started paddling like mad and been all, "you don't own me, world!"