Sam and I have a song that is well and truly Our Song.
It's our karaoke duet at every available opportunity, the song we blasted out of the open windows as we tazzed about in Sam's 18 year old Nissan Bluebird (RIP), we have moves for it, we have a matching vocal style....it's the song that plays in the brains of our friends whenever we walk into a room together, like the slap bass on Seinfeld. If we were a wrestling tag team it would blast out into the arena as we went into the ring.
It's our theme tune....
How could our first dance NOT be Pump Up The Jam? We weren't afraid of breaking with the conventional slow dance, we didn't want a traditional wedding anyway. We'd told everybody for years before we got engaged that it would be our first dance. WE MADE A (drunken) VOW. But when it came down to it.... we bottled it. We started with Michael Jackson, and then faded into Technotronic as soon as everybody else was dancing with us.
We totally could have got away with it. Everyone was too drunk and full of feelgood to care by the time we got round to the first dance, and all the relatives who might have thought it was tacky had gone home by then anyway.
To be honest, I'm still not sure how we would have danced to it in front of everyone without looking completely insane.
In my over-imaginative head (in the fantastical land of pre-engagement where all wedding fantasies run wild and free) we were dancing behind backlit screens, with early 90s choreography, backing dancers, fluorescent cycling shorts and bumbags.