The wedding was amazing. The hitchlessness with which it went off surpassed all expectation–ceremony short and sweet, reception long and just the right amount of rauckus. I am particularly indebted to my uncle Al for keeping the party going. I even danced quite a bit myself.
And the honeymoon…well, the honeymoon made the reception look like an evening alone in a room with a half-conscious box turtle. We went to the Yucatan, where we explored Mayan ruins like 19th century adventurers, and then went back to the hotel to be pampered like 19th century imperialists. Woo ha!