It's Over!

Well, I truly meant to write in this a little more often. Oops. Guess that is what happens though.

Well. Almost everything turned out great! We were married by a district justice, we had a great beautiful rain free outdoor ceremony.

It WAS vegetarian. And no one rioted over it.

We did NOT have the chicken dance played. And no one rioted.

I wore a fair dress, not a white dress. And no one rioted! (Although, the lady that made it fucked up royally and I spent the whole night before the wedding trying to fix it. She made two of my bridesmaids dresses, too, and it was not pretty. To say the least, she was not paid. It was a nightmare. But one of my bridesmaids came through in a pinch and fixed mine, and our neighbore fixed one of the other ones.)

Mike and I fought a bit, but we were super stressed out. So it was bound to happen.

We improve'd our vows. Made em up on the spot. Yup. And they were all about respecting, and partnership, and equality.

We mixed up genders. He had groomswomen, and I had a bridesman. It was awesome. So when the DJ got to say "Tracey escorting Ashlee" (same sex pairing), and then "Tracy escorting Hunter" (reversal of roles), it was pretty awesome.

No throwing of the bouquet or garter. No old/new/borrowed/blue (although it would have been AWESOME if a TARDIS had shown up to our wedding!). I was not "given away" by my dad, I walked down the aisle all on my own.

The groomsmen/women and bridesmaids/man all escorted each other down the aisle. Then men were not waiting for us at the alter. Mike walked down the aisle. I walked down the aisle. (Although the groomspeople did escort parents/grandparents and then run back around to the back.) Our groomspeople/bridespeople danced/tangoed/ect down the aisle, and it was super cool. Sam and Russ did the tango, it was awesome. She even put her bouquet in her mouth!

OHH! I made all the jewelry. I made all the bouquets. I made all the boutonniers. It was epic. It was so nice knowing that I didn't shell out an arm and a leg for that stuff, and it still looked awesome. Mike's Dad made the cupcakes, and there was a joint frosting / sprinkle effort.

So. That is about all I can think of right now. Here's to a feminist marriage!