If Sydia's a girl, that is.
Truth for Sydia: If you were going to marry me, what would our wedding be like? I want colors...type of cake...where you plan on spending our honeymoon, etc.
Truth me!
Quick Vegas style affair, followed by ten minutes in a hotel room.
Just kidding, it'd be five.
Har har.
Right now, the wedding would have to take place in the Lake District. In one of those villages that have those ancient Norman churches which are older than...God. This kind of style:
(That's technically a priory, but you get the idea).
Custom vows incorperating Floyd lyrics, naturally. "I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like...and also marry me."
Well, better than that.
Following this, the wedding reception would be an unpractical and expensive marquee affair on the banks of Wastwater.
Picture this inside (pink theme, obviously):
And this outside:
The wedding cake will be constructed like the Pharos - a lower square section, a middle octagonal section, a circular section at the top. And lego representations of the bride and groom atop (as I'll likely have no money left from the wedding, though if anyone asks, I'll say it's for comic effect).
After dancing and an expensive buffet (with expensive cheesecake!), the wedding band (Floyd, natch, who I will have bribed with...er...well, they'll be there), we'll chuck OPA (the best man) into the lake for the fun of it.
Honeymoon; let's see. Since we've done the wedding in my locale I'm tempted to shift the Honeymoon back to your locale, but Utah is about as romantic as a burning orphanage.
Let's go to Florence instead, culture coming out the yazoo, beautiful architure and plenty of five star hotels to blow the savings on.
The view from our room:
By then, however, the tranquiliser will have worn off.