I swear to God, we’ll put a more complete set of these on Ophoto or something soon. But today is our wedding anniversary, and I wanted to get the best of these on the blog. Thanks eight million times to everyone who made this such a magnificent, goofy, fabulously fun event. We love you all.
The best formal portrait.
Walking down the aisle. We are, at this point, completely insane.
Chip (one of my two best men), reading a piece he wrote just for us.
Ingrid’s sister Cynthia, her partner Dusty, and mom-in-law Lori, singing “The Book of Love.” (The Magnetic Fields one, not the doo-wop one.)
One of Ingrid’s two maids of honor, Laura, reading the Massachusetts Supreme Court decision legalizing same-sex marriage.
My brother Rick, singing “O Mistress Mine.”
Kiss. Very happy now.
Recessing through my longsword dance team’s sword arch.
Right after the ceremony. Totally manic.
No words are necessary.
With our officiant Rebecca (the friend who introduced us), in the Stonecutter’s chair.
In line for dinner. Everyone looks so colorful! We told our guests to wear glamorous and festive attire, and they came through in trumps.
Awwww… (The adults are Jenine and Kristine; the moppets are Katy, Lexy, and Seneca.)
Mark and Tom, patriarchs of The Fez Family.
Nilos and Kris.
Russ (Ingrid’s Dad), giving his toast.
Dick (my dad) and his toast.
Ingrid’s mom Judy and her partner Lori, also known as the co-madres or the “mothers-in-love,” and their toast.
My brother Rick’s toast, which involved giving us Chicago White Sox World Series Champion T-shirts.
Us being toasted. Also a really good shot of Ingrid’s hair.
Ingrid’s cousin Corrie, and our volunteer wedding co-ordinator. No possible way we could have done this without her.
Berkeley Morris (Ingrid’s dance team) doing Princess Royal, traditionally done at weddings.
More Princess Royal.
My sword dance team, Stinging Nettle Longsword, dancing “Bryde of Entropie.”
Berkeley Morris, dancing “Four Lane End.” Those are axe handles.
Julia, the Morris dancer.
The wedding cake. Lemon meringue. I want some now.
Cutting the cake. One of the few things we did just because it’s traditional.
Our Day of the Dead cake toppers.
The first dance. (Not counting the Morris and sword dancing, of course…) We danced it to a waltz tune our friend Tim wrote for us for the wedding, called “Newsom’s Twosome.”
More 1st waltz.
English country dancing.
More English country dancing.
And still more English country dancing. I wrote this dance for the wedding, as a wedding gift to Ingrid. It’s called “With Whom To Dance,” danced to the tune of the Magnetic Fields song of the same name.
The last waltz.
Alan and Naomi.
Ben and Robert.
James and Cathleen.
Jocelyn and Peter.
Jonathan and Jenny. (Jonathan is wearing his Willie Wonka costume.)
Kalia and Victoria.
Mark and Tom.
Nilos and Anita.
Rob and Marian.
Ruth and Lise.
Steve and Jen.
The very last wedding photo of the evening. We have never been more exhausted in our lives.