This Sunday, one day only, limited admission, grab the kids and shake 'em into their finest white-polished Maryjanes. The biggest, smallest, mediumest, most hitchtacular wedding ever to occur between a lawyer/poet and a kooky grant-writing/Buddhisty/motorcycle-loving dude.
There will be foods and flowers and photos, and dances and vows, and men in uniform. Ladies in fine regalia. Possibly rainshowers, to coat the assembled multitudes with glisteny dewdrops. And cake. There will be cake.
And then. Oh yes. Then the best part . . .
We will never have to do it again.