The crowd loved our vows, and went nuts at Gini's "Cheerfully bickering our way
through life" line — as well they should. And then they pronounced us man
and wife. (What IS up with that, anyway? I'm a man and she's a woman.
Shouldn't it be "husband and wife"? How terribly sexist. But
that State Of Connecticut demanded it....
(...and while we're at it, the ceremony was wonderfully schizo, also thanks to the
State Of CT. They require various things that Have To Be Said Legally in order for
us to be married. Those had to involve your Christian name, whereas my new handle is
"Ferrett". So throughout the ceremony you could tell the mandated parts,
since she called me "William", and in the rest I was called "Ferrett".
It confused the heck out of some of the more out-of-it guests, who was wondering
who this Ferrett guy was.)
Just as I was about to kiss Gini, my top hat fell off and we all had to laugh. As
witness right here. |
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Immediately afterwards my mother did a Bible reading, and I asked her to
because I was so impressed when she did her talk at the Amaranth ceremony where she was
crowned Grand Poobah. It was a nice little reading — I don't remember what
chapter and verse — but I do specifically remember that the next line after my mother
stopped reading was "Wives, obey your husbands", which both my mother and Gin
left off. I tried offering her five bucks during the ceremony to tack that on at the
end, but she just laughed at me. Can you imagine? |
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And here is the first shot of as as man and wife. Tres chic, no?
I didn't feel married yet, though.... but I was happy. Really, I had been
having "stuffed bunny" fears all the night before, simply because I had, after a
very long time, managed to find a woman who was not only my equal, but far better than
I. And she was coming from Alaska. There were many times over the past year or
so that I thought this would never happen, and I felt SO lucky that I thought it might all
turn out to be some sort of bizarre dream... and I'd wake up holding a stuffed bunny and a
broken heart. But now it was over... and we had done it. I could scarely
believe my luck at marrying her.
I still don't feel married yet, since we're not together yet... but I still can
scarcely believe my luck. |
 
Immediately after the ceremony, everyone blew bubbles for us these neat little
wedding-cake plastic bubble-holders my mother got. They were really cool.
Later on, during the group shots, all the bridesmaides blew bubbles at us for the
pictures, calling themselves "Industrial Light And Magic".
We were amused. The picture above, of my grampop, Josh and Suzi all smothering me
with bubbles in the parking lot, is one of my favorites in this bunch so far. |
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Of course after the ceremony we still managed to sneak in a few smooches.
Apparently I have to kiss her as man and wife, a task I will happily undertake for
the rest of my natural life. (TMFI warning! She is a great kisser.
God DAMN is she a good kisser. Woo hoo!) |
Another official shot of us from the porch. Us official, as man
and woman. Woman and husband. Whatever. We're freakin' married,
man. |
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