I got Married

Not for real. As a joke. No legal stuff involved.

But there was a ring involved. And flowers.

I married Best Friend. In a garden on our campus. At 10:00 at night.

The Bride wore a short, low-cut red dress. The groom (other bride?) wore a jacket and jeans.

Because we’re classy.

To sum things up, it was magical, but some of the magic was probably lost when the Bride took the Best (wo)Man home at 4 a.m.

If you want a more detailed post, you should probably check out Best Friend’s post on the night’s shenanigans, http://brealsoskates.wordpress.com/2009/08/08/hookups/.

But, yeah. On my “wedding night,” I made out with someone else while still in the same room as the person I’d just married.

Oh, yeah.