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 <title>Cher&#039;s &#039;Believe&#039; and Kenny G?!  &#039;I&#039;m a Bride in the Headlights.&#039;</title>
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 <description><![CDATA[<!--paging_filter--><strong>AIMEE: </strong>Brian and I settle in for our final consult with our wedding planner Jennifer Arezzo of <a href="http://www.asimplewish.net">A Simple Wish</a> and the barrage of questions begins: menu choices, linens, gift bags, songlist...songlist, stop! Now she's hit a hot-button issue, one we care about deeply. We've got a dancing crowd and the band, which I chose partly because they had played Cal Ripken Jr's wedding years ago and I'm a big Orioles fan (so kill me, there are worse ways to make decisions and they really are supposedly one of the best in Baltimore), had promised me they would learn a slew of new songs by April. I was looking for a little Black Eyed Peas, some Gwen Stefani, a Beyonce or two. 

<p>Jennifer hands me the list. It's organized by decade so I flip past the 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s to get to the heading "Current." Jennifer is ominously silent as I read down the page and see the five songs listed which include Cher's "Believe" and something by Kenny G. The panic sets in. I struggle to remain calm.</p>

"Um, so this is the NEW list?" It can't be. It can't be. "I mean, Kenny G??!!!"

<p>Jennifer speaks in a low tone, like a mother talking to her child who lost her favorite toy. "I've been sick about this. But I have it in writing that we booked them contingent upon them learning 10-15 new songs."</p>

I'm a bride in the headlights. 

<p>"I know," Jennifer says. "I promise we'll get this fixed..." Now she tries to distract me: "Have you thought about when you want to take pictures?" But I can't concentrate on anything besides Kenny G.</p>

I have a painful 24 hours, but the very next day I get an email from Jennifer: The band's finally buckling down to focus on what they need to: Black Eyed Peas' "Let's Get It Started" for starters. Victory.]]></description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 10:12:43 -0400</pubDate>
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