Wedding!

For the entire engagement, every step of the wedding planning was simple, dreamy and effortless. The last twenty-four hours before the wedding were a nightmare of impossible obstacles.

We arrived in Los Angeles too late the day before the wedding to get the license. We couldn’t get married without a license. After my bachelor party we drove back to San Diego to get a license on Saturday.

Saturday morning we were in the middle of filling out the license at the records office when there was a bomb threat. The building was evacuated, the police said, “Who knows when the office will be back open. Better try again another day.”

We drove to a 24-7 “jail O.K.” wedding and chapel service to get a license. In the middle of filling out the paperwork the notary witness said, “Sorry, that license won’t be good in Los Angeles, only San Diego.”

Driving back to L.A. we decided to see how the bomb threat was progressing. The building was back open, we finished filling out the paperwork, and fifteen minutes later we were driving to Pasadena for the wedding.

We were an hour late, but we got married.

My memory of the reception is a little blurry; it’ll probably come into focus with some therapy. I could hear some violin music somewhere. Kept getting ambushed to pose for pictures. Very grateful every time I got to sit down and eat food or cake. Nicole and I didn’t even change before we left the reception, we arrived at the Ritz-Carlton in our wedding clothes.