Guess what's not a "contemporary dance favorite"? "Higher Love" by Steve Winwood.

Looking over the song list for the band that will play at our wedding is an exercise in various forms of self-control. The band's manager has asked us to cross out ("sparingly please!") any songs we absolutely do not want played, as well as some we'd really like. And I'm starting to feel like a bitch. Celine Dion? Get the hell out of my wedding tent! "I'm Walkin on Sunshine"? Hmmm. Mayb...Oh wait! That song sucks! The thing is, though, I'm no fool. I know exactly what I'm gonna be doing if, by chance, our wedding band decides to strike up a rousing rendition of "Come on Let's Sweat," by C&C Music Factory. I will be dancing, friends.

Just a typical Sunday evening

Sitting on the couch watching a movie, surrounded by my dogs and cat as well as 10 million different kinds of massage oil, a pink feather boa, erotic literature and some new - ahem - outfits. Checking out pictures from last night's bachelorette party, including one of me standing atop a barstool sipping a cocktail from a plastic penis-shaped container, which I'm sure would be a big hit as a water bottle at the gym, don't you? This getting married business? Nothing but classy.