In the first days of our relationship, when it wasn't even really a relationship yet, just the shocked mutual knowledge that we were in love with each other, I had a dream where MC and I were slow dancing to 'Slave to Love' by Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music.
We'd learn in those early days that we'd both been dreaming about each other (literal dreaming, not just fantasy-dreaming) for years. But I had not yet told MC about this particular dream when he sent me this message out of the blue:
Just like magic. Soon afterward, I did, of course, tell him about the dream, since he seemed psionically clued into it already. And though our shared love for the best romantic glam pop band of all time is probably enough to make his message a probable coincidence, I happen to know that it was providence. I knew synchronicity when I saw it.
Anyway, from day one, there was never a time when 'Slave to Love' wasn't going to be our wedding song.
One of our favorite things about these pictures is the presence of our friend, super-groomsman, wedding DJ, harbinger of rock and roll and all around badass mench, Ray! He spent the entire night tinkering with lights, cables, and the laptop from which he played perfect 70's and 80's dance/rock tunes as we on the dancefloor all got to benefit from his perfect taste (and timing).
My mom heartily approved when we broke into a little light swing dancing.
I'd bet that the spectacle of our first dance was probably a little anti-climactic to the guests watching, because for the most part, we just clung together and swayed, too folded up in the bliss to give much of a performance. But hey, we were going to end up on stage with our band later, so hopefully nobody held it against us. ;)