A friend e-mailed me the romantic story of two antennas who met on a roof, fell in love, and got married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.
(He tells me this story is on car-talk, and that it continues. But I'd bet we can do better.)
Were they married in Sparks, Nevada? Is the male well grounded? Was his name Ariel? And I hear that the female had been previously seduced very quickly by a cad named Lightning Rod. Fortunately, she soon realised that they weren't on the same wavelength. Oh, yeah, the musical group at the wedding was the Broadcast Band, and the MC at the reception was Radar O'Reilly.
Alas! Though they had hoped to achieve society acclaim by having the prestige of the Duchess Potatoes, the best they could attain was a mere common tater.