
For a few years in my early twenties, I worked at a venue that held wedding receptions. It was during this time that I developed an unnatural love for weddings, that went against every inch of my feminist and egalitarian sensibilities.
I was in charge of ‘the lights’ for the first dance (it was a very complex job – I had to turn the lights off when the music started), so I witnessed more slow-dancing and unconventional song choices than I’d care to admit.
Being the weirdly sentimental person I am, however, I teared up more than once. One couple had Horses by Daryl Braithwaite as their first dance song and, I don’t know, it just really suited them.
