I Done Done It

The papers are right, folks: I'm married. I don't know what makes me happiest about our wedding: 1) that there were no major or even semi-major incidents, 2) that no one objected to the marriage, 3) that my mother-in-law received a 1 AM call asking her to please come pick up the wedding attendee who had passed out under a tree at the vineyard, or 4) that a vineyard employee complained to my mother-in-law about all of the whiskey bottles left at the very same vineyard. When a wedding has been built up like this one had, it's bound to get a little wild.

It was a great wedding, and exactly what Laura and I wanted. Rev. Boj did a phenomenal job with his officiating; everyone who had to give a speech successfully avoided the f-bomb and did a great job in being humorous and un-terrifying. The food wasn't poisoned, I'm still eating and loving the cake 5 days later, and most importantly, the bartenders didn't cut me off at my own wedding (not that I was planning on hitting it that hard, but that specific act just seemed like the absolute wrong way to enter into a union).

How are the first 4 days of marriage? Well, they're a lot like the past few years of living together, with the exception that I get to wear a ring and complain about the ol' ball and chain.

With this plus Obama's victory, I feel like there are some real reasons for hope in life. I'm sure it's the exact opposite for all of the Republican, Libertarian, and Green Party women who lusted after me.