So, about a week ago, I went ahead and got married. You know, it was a Sunday, nothing else to do, and I had this dress, and we’d rented a chapel and a reception hall and ordered catering for seventy people, so we figured hey, what the heck.
The flowers were nice.
The Bentley was running, and it only smelled a little like burning oil.
We had plenty of wine.
(Not pictured: Also plenty of cheese.)
My hair looked good.
And my shoes were awesome.
Overall, I’m calling the event a success.