Marriage: a middle-aged Archdruid rants

I hear there has been a rush of applicants to marry on 10 October 2010.
Well, if we accept the essential artificiality of all parts of the so-called "Common Era" calendar - based as it is on the miscalculation of the day, month and year of the birth of Jesus Christ - then 10/10/2010 must be a truly special day. Not as special a day as 10/10/1010 - but then in those days they were probably all a bit busy fighting Vikings and avoiding the plague.

I would in particular quote this young lady, who says  "I was ringing round quite a lot of places, then Manchester Register Office said they were going to be open  It wasn't my first choice - of somewhere local - but the main thing was offering the date." 
Call me an old romantic, but surely "the main thing" would have been marrying the right man? (or woman - we wouldn't like to be prescriptive, and the sense would be the same). Surely the date is secondary? You could marry on a New Moon on Friday 13 May, and that wouldn't matter as long as you were marrying the right person.  Get a grip, that's basically what I'm saying. Dates don't really matter. 
Although 10/10/10 is also Kirsty Maccoll's 51st birthday - so maybe it's special after all.