We went to the courthouse. There were ... outfits.
The employees there were mostly dumbfounded, and managed a "Wedding?" before pointing us in the right direction.
The Justice of the Peace was a right wing lunatic who serenaded us with COVID conspiracies before bothering to get to the three minute ceremony. There were rings, there was a kiss. Then there were more stories about him crashing planes, trying to persuade us to take up golfing in Ireland, trying to get us to take up scuba diving, and telling me that fly fishing was dumb. So that went well.
Afterwards we went outside for an impromptu photoshoot courtesy of an iPhone and a gorilla-pod.
After that we celebrated with takeout Chinese, which was actually quite good.
And obviously the most important fortune cookies of our lives.
But also that fucking dress was the shiniest thing I had ever seen in my life until I saw the little bauble. And she like crackled when she walked. But also it's apparently some relatively well known British designer? But also it reminded me of the Eurovision movie