The ceremony started with music. We had a brass quintet in the balcony of the theater, playing all Beatles tunes. So people entered the theater and found their seats to the hits of the Fab Four just the way they would have played them, had the Fab Four been a fab five and played large brass instruments instead of guitars.
Once people were seated the movie began. As I may have mentioned once, or maybe one hundred times, I worked my ass off on this thing. And the hard work paid off. I mean, you can't go wrong with baby pictures, but I don't think there was a dry eye in the house besides mine.
Of course, my dry eyes weren't meant to last. After the movie, MCat, Brendo and Maura all processed down the aisle and got ready. A minute later, to the strains of "Penny Lane," I entered with my mom and dad.
Then, boom. Pow. Kapowie. Zing. The band struck up "Here, There and Everywhere" and Sarah walked down the aisle. Damn. Hot damn. Jeru the Damager.
Sarah was dressed like a god damn movie star and looked amazing. I started weeping like a little girl who just lost a lollipop the second I saw her. Of course, she did too and so it was one big sobfest. That theater hasn't seen crying like this since they had the Terms of Endearmentmarathon back in '89.
Anyway, Sarah came down to me and the rest is kind of a blur. Gordon sang a song, my friend Amy read a poem and Sarah's friend Ted read a short short story. Sarah said some amazing wonderful things about me that I would love to believe are true and I said some nice things about her that I know couldn't be more true. We exchanged our rings and then we were officially married. Damn.
The events of the day were such a whirlwind that there are bits and pieces that I know I've forgotten. But it's nice in a way, because every once in a while another memory from the ceremony will trickle back to me and bring a smile and an "oh yeah" to my face.
