We are legally married!
This is the post where I make you all look at pictures of the wedding. If you were here I would make you watch a slide show.
You KNOW I am not one to live in fantasy land or to drone on and on about the good shit. You know I am easily disappointed. Pessimistic. So imagine my surprise when the day exceeded my highest expectations.
The wedding was so fucking fun. It was so.much.more.relaxed than wedding #1. Nothing was the thing…the dress, the cake, the day. I highly recommend throwing a potluck party when most of your friends are foodies. Highly. The food couldn’t have been better if it we catered it. Authentic quesadillas, enchiladas, a taco bar, Sangria, mojitos. YUM.
Bright flowers, great music, papel picado, and the best favors, ever.
The original favors were ordered online. Woodblock candles of the Virgen de Guadalupe looking up peacefully with the words Lux Perpetua (Latin for perpetual light) above her. Cool right?
Guess what arrived???
JESUS. Jesus candles. Not just any Jesus candles, oh no. Jesus looking miserable, in agony, wearing his crown of thorns.
“Yes, thank you so much for coming…please take home a suffering Jesus candle.”
So I decided to make my own favors – these Mexic@n Loteri@ matchboxes. I made 25, all with different designs. Do you know how therapeutic glitter can be? Very.
The tables looked like this:
The cake, which I decorated (with real marigolds and purchased skeletons – not my usual deal for those of you who know what kind of insane cakes I make entirely out of edible ingredients.) The Sugar skulls are sugar though.
Did I mention that my grandma got ordained via the Universal Life Church online, and officiated the wedding? She toasted us later in the evening with a sentiment ending in “Remember to vote no on Proposition 8!” (an anti gay measure which will be on the November ballot). You gotta love old school Democrats. My grandma has a bumper sticker on her car that says “Peace is Patriotic”.
Friends, we have a marriage license. Our family is officially legally recognized by the State of California. It is unfuckingbelievable.
And my S, the love of my life, who I have been with for 13 years, is not legally my domestic partner, my partner, my “lover”, my friend, my roommate, or my girlfriend, she is my wife.