We did it... we tied the knot. Katie is now the next official Mrs. Apgar. Sorry, hon. The wedding was nice albeit somewhat screwed up. The wedding before ours took our unity candle, so we had to have someone find a used one somewhere in the church. Katie had tears streaming down her eyes the entire ceremony (from a combination of joy, disbelief, and anger over the unity candle situation). I was a rock. No wavering, no messups. Well, until the end, that is, when I was supposed to kiss Katie. The priest never said "you may kiss the bride" so I'm standing there looking into the crowd (yes, we were facing the crowd instead of the front of the church) and I feel a tugging at my sleeve... it's Katie telling me to kiss her. I was like "Oh, it's that time?" My bad. What can you do? The priest never said it. I don't know how Catholic weddings work. C'est la vie.
The reception, on the other hand, rocked. I was dancing all night, sweated up a storm, ate some food, drank some drinks (use your imagination), kissed Katie several times... Wow. That's all I can say... Wow. We had a blast and kept hearing nothing but rave reviews of the whole shindig. If you couldn't make it, you missed out. Lemme tell you.