"So Polly, when is it your turn?" the Delightful Young Man asked while we were out at dinner. He had just flown into Melbourne for work and we caught up on the woes gone by in the past year.

Which, namely, for me was my disastrous debut as a bridesmaid in April. My friendship with Bridezilla still hangs by a thread.

"I think after that episode, I am off weddings in general." I said bluntly.

"How long has it been now? Two years? Surely you think about it?" DYM fired off a series of questions, "Even daydream about a diamond here and there?"

"Yes, but only in terms of how much I can haggle with that Israeli jeweller on Swanston Street. " I said, referring to the jeweller who Miss Unsubtle had gotten her bling from. This guy can get you any cut of diamond you want, at any size. Sometimes, he even flies to Antwerp himself to pick it up. Visiting him is like a scene out of a Guy Ritchie film.

"See. You do think about it."

"But not in some pink vomit way," I hastily defended myself.

We ate our entrees in silence as I thought about "it" a bit more.

"You know what I do think about a lot?" I started to confess. "The music. Bridezilla paid something like five grand for the three piece jazz band at her wedding. I could save that and do it myself!"

"What? You're going to sing at your own wedding?"

"No. Don't be stupid. That would leave no time to drink," I scoffed and started again at the subject I had been thinking a lot about. "I know music. And I know good music. And what's more, le Garçon knows even more than me about music. I will have the best music at my wedding. It won't cost me anything because it's all in my CD collection and iTunes. It'll be Polly's wedding collection full of the most romantic yet not so cheesy tunes. It'll be the best mixed tape ever! My definitive version of the best mix tape!"

"So it will be like being trapped in car with you and being made to listen to all your CDs during a very long road trip," DYM wasn't convinced.

"No! Not all CDs! Just a mix tape! And what better time to show case it than at my wedding because people will be made to listen to it! We'll start off with Al Green's 'Let's Stay Together' and then throw in a bit of Ella, Billie and Frank - the originals - none of this Michael Bublé bullshit. A bit of Rufus and Queen for laughs. You know, songs that ticks in peoples' head with 'wow, that really captures the two of them.' Oh and there's this one I heard recently..."

Like a mix tape, I think DYM stopped listening by track four. But come my wedding, he'll oblige.