From the grooms...
We had no attendants, we didn't wear flowers, we didn't walk down an aisle, nor did we exchange vows. The officiant performed a magic trick. It wasn't a wedding-y wedding; neither of us wanted that.
As an Event Planner I've organized more than 100 weddings, and as a Broadway PR man, my husband has seen his share of events. In fact, we weren't even going to get married; but as our 20th Anniversary approached, it dawned on us that it mattered and now was a good time -- if not only for us, but to send a message to the world and to future generations that we should hold this right dear, take it seriously and responsibly.
That said, I wasn't wearing white and we weren't having a first dance. The day became an ersatz family reunion with our families descending on the tiny New England beach town my family has been coming to for decades.
The plan was to have the ceremony be brief and overlooking the ocean. Mother Nature changed that and due to a last minute weather event we moved everything indoors -- to the site of the reception, Black Trumpet Bistro in downtown Portsmouth.
As we walked down the narrow alley to the restaurant I joked to my husband, "Well, I guess this is my aisle."
Outside of the 45 or so people in the room, we told almost no one we were getting married, again wanting to keep it simple and private. The ceremony was short, the dinner was long and the love in the room was overwhelming. My brother and my mother made simple and eloquent speeches. Much to the chagrin of my husband, I announced the event with a photo on Instagram, and with that, we were officially married.
Since being married, nothing really has changed and yet it all feels different. It's mainstream, marvelous and breathtakingly beautiful being married and I wouldn't change it for the world. One wedding-y thing we did have; a giant tired cake, albeit bright pink...