Ring

The question you may be wondering is, "How does it feel?" A little like Frodo Baggins, but without the homosexual undertones.

Some small shreds of sunlight managed to peek through the incredibly dense rainclouds to inform us that it was no longer the middle of Thursday night, and thus, wedding day. Having secured a venue in front of the dogwood and rhododendrons at Lisa's parents' place, the hourly forecast forced us to abandon it for their living room. In the end, it was a fine choice, having a small group of family, friends, a toddler, and an exceptionally spoiled beagle around us.

The ceremony went well. The only stumbling block was in the charge, and I quote: "Happy marriages are not competitive and they don’t keep score." Apparently that's funny.

Unfortunately, the couple was too busy murdering the local rhododendrons to notice that they had left the marriage certificate at the apartment, so a minor detour was needed to get to the dinner place, a highly-recommended hotspot named Fenouil, where great wine, champagne, and phenomenal food were had by all.

I wish the rest of you could have been here, so we could have shared the day. We can, however, share a few pictures. Until August, it'll have to suffice.