This is the moment. This is when the doors opened and I saw Sarah in her dress for the first time.

Before the wedding I thought, I wonder if I'll get choked up. I wonder when I'll get choked up. The answers were yes and constantly. From the moment the doors opened to the end of the ceremony I teetered right on that edge of choked up but keeping it together the whole time.

Even the day before, during the rehearsal, as Sarah causally walked up the aisle, running through the beats of the ceremony I found the tears coming to my eyes then, and I thought, "Now? I'm already getting choked up? This isn't even real yet!"

Last night, looking for a fun Halloween weekend thing to do, I went to see a midnight screening of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' at the Music Box with Sarah (and Megan and Alex).

I hadn't seen the movie in over a decade but I used to love going when I was in college, yelling things at the screen and throwing toilet paper and toast.

Rice doesn't get thrown at weddings anymore, and it seems it doesn't get thrown at 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' anymore either. It's been replaced by confetti.

The common wedding explanation for not using rice is that birds eat it and it expands and explodes in their stomach (not true, by the way), but I'm pretty sure there aren't any birds in the Music Box Theater. It must just be a huge pain to clean up.

I took this picture of Stacey and Meador, our co-officiants, in the back room of the chapel minutes before the ceremony began. I think we may have all been nervous.

Stacey: This is the first opportunity I've had to hang out with the dudes in the back before a wedding. Thanks.

If this year is about one day, that day is the day I got married.

But... if this year is about two days, it is also about the day the game I've been working on hits stores.

The official official announcement went out today. The trivia party game 'You Don't Know Jack' (not to be confused with the HBO movie) will be released on January 25th, for all video game consoles. I'm one of the writers. We've been working pretty hard.

Save the date.

Most of the wedding day preparation and just-waiting-for-the-ceremony took place in this beautiful converted barn. Very converted. But it still had a pleasing, this used-to-be-a-barn feel.

The first time we saw the barn, a year ago in the middle of the winter, there was a headless mannequin standing in the middle of the room wearing an authentic old wedding dress. "Oh, I'll move that," the woman who owns the farm said. I know it was just to showcase part of their antiques collection, but it made me feel like the place was haunted by a headless Miss Havisham ghost, wandering the empty once-was-a-barn during the parts of the week it wasn't being used by brides-to-be.

I've been using leftover fancy wedding paper (invites, table setting cards) as scratch paper for grocery lists.

I had this conversation with Allard at work.

Allard: Your wedding is still haunting me.
Me: Haunting you?
Allard: The speeding ticket I got on the way there. I paid it but now I have to do traffic school on-line, and I keep trying to sign up, but apparently I didn’t send in my admission of guilt. The whole thing just won’t end.
Me: Wait, you paid AND you have to do traffic school?
Allard: Four hours.
Me: Why?
Allard: I was going fifteen miles over the speed limit. Bastards.

What a great Sunday. We watched scary movies and cooked food using a lot of our wedding gifts.

Sarah sent a picture of our stir fry to her friend Tamara, who bought us the wok.

Tamara: [via text] Good wok!

A lot of friends helped us out immensely with the wedding, including Deanna, who did Sarah's make-up.

Originally, Sarah's cousin was going to fly in for the wedding and do the make-up but a month or so beforehand she hurt her knee and needed surgery.

Sarah: I just happened to be standing next to Deanna when I got the text message from my cousin. And Deanna said, "I can do it. Come over. We'll do a test." I didn't even know Deanna did make-up.

She did an amazing job.

Sarah and I have been playing a lot of Plants Vs Zombies lately, a fun tower defense game where you set up flowers that fight off zombies that are trying to get to your house through the backyard (which we bought with some XBLA credits someone gave us as a wedding gift).

Sarah: Should we have some kind of plan about where we should meet if something crazy happens like a natural disaster?
Me: I hadn’t really thought about it.
Sarah: Growing up my family always said we’d meet at the lake.
Me: We could meet at the lake… I guess…
Sarah: Or we could just meet here at the apartment.
Me: If that’s an option let’s just do that.

Nick sent me this picture from his wedding, six or seven years ago. For some reason we are all pretending to be part of a doo-wop group.

Nick: Look how trim you were.
Me: Yeah yeah yeah.

I remember having a wonderful time standing in Nick and Katie's wedding. Especially in the back room of the church beforehand, joking around, everyone taking a pull from a flask.

That almost-ceremonial drink before the wedding was something I always remembered and was one of the details I kept thinking would be nice to do on my wedding day, although, it ended up ultimately slipping through the cracks.

By the way, in case you're hoping to use iTunes for a wedding reception, here's a helpful little trick I learned.

Basically, what you really want/need is a playlist of set songs that will play in order, but you can queue up a new song if you want to play next AND have songs disappear from the list after they've been played (so you don't get any repeats). There's no simple setting to do this, but there is a fairly easy trick using iTunes DJ, which sits right above you playlists in iTunes.

Now... when you use iTunes DJ, you set the "Source" from a dropdown box near the bottom of the screen. The problem is that it will randomly pull songs from that playlist, and, for some reason, isn't great about not replaying songs you recently heard.

But, try this. Maybe a blank playlist, a playlist that has no songs in it. Set iTunes DJ so that the Source is this blank playlist. Once you get an empty iTunes DJ, cut and pastes your entire, say, "wedding - dancing" playlist into iTunes DJ and now you have that entire playlist in DJ, in order.

Why is this better than simply the playlist? Because you can right click on any song and hit "Play Next in iTunes DJ" and it will jump to the next song in the queue. You can even add songs from other playlists.

Obviously, it's not foolproof, you can still do something "sucky sucky," but overall it's a handy tool (with a little preparation and practice).

Apparently my car insurance payments are cheaper now that I'm married. Do married people get in less car accidents? Do they drive more carefully, knowing there's someone waiting for them at home?

I'll take it. Wedding expenses-wise, that's one for the plus column.

Scrambling around on the farm before the ceremony, the only thing I was truly worried about, logistically, was the music. We had some great playlists, separated into "Dinner," "Cocktail Hour," "First Dances," etc, and we'd lined up a few people to man the laptop, but still... it all seemed like it could easily go wrong.

Here's a picture I took of Nick, trying to familiarize himself with Sarah's laptop, about an hour before the ceremony. Laptops are tricky with those little scroll pads at the bottom. Plus, he had the first shift, the toughest, queuing up the entrance music and the special dances.

He did a great job.

Later, after dinner turned to dancing, while trying to queue up a song to play next, he accidentally hit it to make it play immediately, cutting off the song that was playing. There were a few "Awww"s and "Booo"s.

Nick: And this older woman came up to me and stared right at me and said, "Sucky! Sucky! You cleared the dance floor."
Me: Oh man. Who was it?
Nick: I don't know. She was not happy.
Me: Maybe she thought you were a hired DJ and not just an overworked friend. Still...
Nick: It was intense. It took me a while to shake it off.

I like seeing pictures of Sarah getting ready on our wedding day. The secret part of the day.

Hair. Make-up. An army of friends and family running around.

Meanwhile, I was sitting on one of the beds in Meador's hotel room, scarfing down a sub I'd bought at the gas station across the street. There aren't any pictures of that.

The seventh anniversary of my improv show Whirled News Tonight (observed). Seven years with most of the original cast intact. My longest relationship so far.

As incredible as the wedding and the honeymoon were, it's nice to be back doing this show most Saturday nights.

Mom sent me this picture of baby Tate getting his picture taken by the hospital photographer.

Julie and her husband Matt have a black and white picture of each of their sons (Ty and Will) shortly after being born, laying on Matt's hand and arm, with a black background. With their third son, Tate, they wanted the same picture.

Mom: [via email] "Well, since they didn't know it was picture day, Matt didn't have on a black shirt. . . he actually has on a Darth Vader cape that his sister Carrie happened to have in her car! Thank goodness she had stopped in with her kids so they could see Tate."

Wedding Memory Number One:

The morning of the wedding I took a swim in the hotel pool and somehow scraped my hands across the bottom. I ducked my head under for a moment, pushed my arms out into the breast stroke, and dragged the tops of my hands across the weirdly jagged pool floor.

I stared at my hands, unbelieving, for a few minutes, at the blood pouring out of the three big chunks of missing flesh. Shit.

I asked the woman at the front desk for some Band Aids.

Woman: Oh my. Well I hope you're not doing anything today where people will be looking at your hands.
Me: Uh...

A few hours later when I walked through the lobby in a tux, she just looked at me with surprise.

Nick took this picture of me with his phone, just a few minutes before I headed over to the chapel. I was worried and I felt stupid.

Leading up to the wedding there had been a number of jokes about Glynn hurting himself at Megan and Alex's wedding and we all speculated about whether there would be any "glynnjuries" at our wedding. It wasn't until weeks after our wedding day that I realized it was me. I was the one that was glynnjured.

As I mentioned before, I had my sisters "stand" for me in the wedding. Groomsmaids, I suppose.

The chapel was pretty small, not leaving much room for a lot of people up front, and Julie, my oldest sister, was pregnant with her third child, so we decided not to having much actual standing for the wedding party. For most of the ceremony they got to sit in the front row.

This morning, at 12:48 am, according to the text message from my mother, Julie had her baby. Tate. Her third son. A few weeks early but big and healthy. Can't wait to meet him.

At Evan and Shama's wedding on Sunday, we sat at the same table as newly married Thea and Ellis. Just as their wedding was our first post-wedding wedding, this wedding was their first post-wedding wedding. Wedding.

Me: How does it feel to be at someone else's wedding? Kind of weird, huh?
Thea: It is weird. But nice. It's hard to resist comparing a little.
Ellis: Jealous.
Thea: I loved our wedding, but they're different.

Sarah leaned over to me and whispered, "These chairs... these were the chairs I wanted for our wedding."

Happy one month anniversary to us.

Sarah: Stop saying that! It makes our wedding seem so far away.

Evan and Shama's wedding.

I work with Evan. He's a very talented (several things including) musician and sang and played guitar at my wedding.

I offered to help out with their wedding in any way they needed, to pay him back, but they already had a small army of friends and family helping out.

During Shama's vows she said, "The first time I saw Evan, he was riding around on a purple tandem bicycle... by himself."

During Evan's vows he talked about how they went to the court house to officially get married ("although this is very nice") and how they sat quietly in a room in the basement with four other couples, waiting to get married. "I don't thank any of the couples there spoke the same language. The first couple came out quietly, having just been married, and left. Shama said, 'This doesn't seem right. I think... I think there should be clapping.' And when the next couple came out... she started clapping. And then I joined in, and the other people joined in too. The couple seemed a little confused at first, a bunch of strangers clapping for them, but then they smiled. Shama was right. There should be clapping."

Sarah's Death and Dying class continues. Now she's reading a memoir about a woman dealing with the death of her husband.

Tough stuff. And she doesn't have much time to read besides before bed or on the bus to and from work.

Sarah: I'm tired of crying on the bus.

It seems like it's all gotten more difficult for her now that she's switched from contemplating the idea of her own death, to contemplating mine.

Obviously I like to document things. Maybe too much.

For the wedding, besides the hired photographer, my old video camera, my sound recorder, and the numerous cameras, video and otherwise, of our guests, I bought this little handheld HD video recorder. The idea was that I'd hand it to someone at the wedding, and ask them to pass it around. Except that I forgot about it on the day, so it was never used.

We used it in Costa Rica, though, not so much taking video of howler monkeys and exotic birds, but instead, once a day, holding it out at arm's length and recording ourselves talking about the wedding. "Wedding memory number three!" You can probably catch a few glimpses of Costa Rica in the background, but not many. It's mostly just Sarah and about half of my face, both of us trying very hard to remember everything from the wedding.

So, yes, this is a blog post about a picture of a video of us talking about our wedding.

I love my wood wedding ring, although I must admit, and you can only barely see it in this picture, it's leaving a bit of a stain on my finger. The varnish maybe? Whatever it is, it seems to be doing it less over time.

Still, wood isn't as resistant to, say, water as other rings might be. So, I take it off whenever I'm washing my hands. I've found that that little coin pocket in jeans is a good place to keep a wedding ring. It'll still safely be there an hour later when you remember that you need to put it back on.

But for now, here's a picture our friend Glynn photoshopped of the two of us. An homage to the photograph from my parents' wedding.

Sarah thinking of me.

We should be getting our digital copies of the professional wedding photos this week. Exciting.

And I'll definitely be posting some of those here soon. A lot of them probably. Almost certainly too many of them. Brace yourself for becoming completely sick of hearing about and looking at our wedding, if you haven't already.

It took me a few days back at work to realize that these lanterns hanging over my desk in the office are the same ones we used in our reception tent.

Interesting wedding tip: You can send a wedding invitation to the White House and they will respond.

I mean, they won't COME, obviously, and the response will be standard, but still, it's a neat little thing.

I have to admit, though, that I held out a small hope they'd send back our original RSVP, and that someone in the capital building would fill out two song requests for our reception.

Another wedding. Not ours.

Thea and Ellis. Sarah performs with Ellis at ComedySportz. Thea and I used to work together a few years back.

First and foremost it was a wonderful evening, fun and funny and heartfelt.

But also... it felt strange to be at a wedding. Finally just settling into post-wedding life, trying to let go of that nagging feeling that vendors need to be called and green ribbon needs to be bought, it felt disorientingly familiar to be surrounded by wedding things again.

But after a few drinks (and a cupcake with bacon on it) I was able to shake it off, remind myself that everything isn't about me and have a great time.

Next weekend: another wedding.

One of the nice things about our wedding venue, the farm, was that we could bring in our own booze. So... we got a lot of booze at a good price.

And people pretty much drank all of it. Good. That was what it was for. Having free drinks and enough drinks was a top priority for the wedding.

I mean, it did occur to me that maybe we'd have a little mini bar at home afterward with what was left over, but... well, we mostly have Sprite left over. A lot of Sprite. (And a little vodka and rum, but mostly an awful lot of Sprite)

Sarah: [drinking a Sprite] I love Sprite now. [in a jokey whisper] Because it's wedding Sprite.