Hello to all of you who are probably sick of looking at pictures of chocolate chip cookies. The wedding went swimmingly, and the swimming went … weddingly? Anyway, it was a success: cake was had by all, wine flowed like liquid, and my older sister is now Leah Binette. Conflagrations Leah and Sam!

The wedding was held in The Church of St. Matthias, which is the same church my Grandma Kyra and Grandpa Wally were married in, in 1955. Coincidence? No, it was planned that way. It was sort of like a family reunion since I saw all 8 members of my extended family. That’s right, eight. Did I mention we’re not Roman Catholic? More trivia: Sam is only the second male relative of mine whose name is not David. Three of the five male members of my extended family are named David. That’s right, 60%. Did I mention we’re not Roman Creative?

The ceremony went off without a hitch, meaning, they were successfully hitched. Actually, there was one snafu: one guy who had a short speaking role of some kind was delayed and missed the whole wedding. The reason he was delayed was that roads were closed and traffic diverted because it was the day of the “Outgames” marathon. That’s to be expected though; weddings have been missed because of “Outgames” marathons since … well, actually, I guess this was the first time.

The reception was pretty fancy schmancy. Luckily, I had my powers of dapper set to maximum, so I didn’t feel out of place. It is good that I was not anxious, because I gave a 5-minute-ish toast to Leah, in French, and I haven’t been fluent in French since about 1995. Fortunately, Sam’s brother Alex helped me proofread it, so it went well. Everyone laughed at the right times, and I managed not to slur any words or use any slurs. Even the band—who were friends of the groom—rocked pretty hard. Appropriately, their last song was “Standing on the verge of getting it on.” What is a wedding without Funkadelic? George Clinton is my life coach.

more photos here