And so this happened...

Pre-wedding photo, before Simon officially becomes Wayne's stepson.

At the San Marcos County Clerk's Office, where the parking is superior to the San Diego downtown location. When you're getting hitched, walking a couple of blocks is asking waaaay too much.

Well, at least we could get the other task checked off.

Our excited witness, who was more nattily dressed than the bride and groom.

And so the ceremony begins... sorta almost kinda too late to back out. Shit be signed and check be written.

Amazingly, nobody fainted during the ceremony so it was a resoundingly healthy success.

"I now pronounce your Levi 501 button-fly jeans man and wife!"

Yeah, we really love our Levis, and the feeling spills over to their occupants.

Unintended bonus: As man and wife, we cannot be compelled to testify against each other in a court of law. Like.

The wedding banquet is at Souplantation because the bride loves soft-serve ice cream and the groom goes along with whatever the bride wants.

Honeymoon ride at Lake Hodges in the afternoon. The bride had two servings of ice cream so a few extra miles are added.

The very funny cake Brian bought us. Deliciously chocolate, and not just because the poor groom left skidmarks on it.

UPDATE: I fixed the bride's head. It was way too small.