And at some point we fumbled with the rings (I didn't know which hand was Head's left... aaaaagh!) agreed to all the light christian demands of love and fidelity, smooched heartily and turned back on the air conditioning (it was too loud to leave on during the ceremony, though we did manage to find all the disco lights and turn those on).

So here they are, our rings. Head's is brushed steel with a band of gold running down the middle, very hardcore... mine is an art deco replica emerald with two wee flanking diamonds on either side, in white gold. Tres bien, no?

Oh, and note head's flame socks peaking through the bottom right corner.

And so ya know, I was wearing these wicked heels that I kicked off as soon as we made it into the limo... and didn't realize till after that I got married barefoot. Ha!