Hansen MCed our reception, introducing each dance and speech.

Hansen: I just remember being nervous about not screwing up. I just wanted to say names correctly and not miss anyone or any event on the list. Your wedding planner was in my face the entire time, debating me on things you said you wanted to be done. Weird and wonderful.
Nick: At one point Hansen said, "So, I introduce this next part and then I'm done?" and the Wedding Planner hissed, "You're done when I say you're done." It was scary.

One of my favorite things about the old You Don't Know Jack games were the fake commercials that played during the credits. And one of my favorite things about working on the newest version of the game was writing and producing some of those commercials.

So, if you buy the game (and really, you should, jerk), listen closely for my voice and Sarah's voice as well as the voices of Megan, Marla and Nick (not to mention all my co-workers). My favorite commercial that I wrote is one where a man (voiced by Nick) has bought radio airtime to tell the world how much he hates one man, named ____ Hansen.

I thought Hansen would get a kick out of hearing his name in the credits of the game, and having someone say that he's a terrible person and everyone should hate him. We actually needed Hansen to sign a release form, which he did, gladly.

And now it's amusing to see, on Facebook and Twitter, the bit spreading. People posting, "I hate _____ Hansen."

I wonder if Hansen will someday grow to regret it.

The American Theater Company (ATC) is bringing their late night improv show series back. A bunch of improv vets and cool monologists, Saturday nights at 10:30 (but not every Saturday night... uh... I don't know which ones... does that help?). It's especially fun to get to improvise on whatever set the theater has constructed for each current run of plays.

I've sat-in with the show in the past and was lucky to be asked to play in the first show back. The monologist was Jim Jacobs, the co-writer of the musical 'Grease.' Apparently, the original stage play is a bit darker than the movie, and the childhood stories that inspired the play, darker still. Let's just say one of the tamer stories was about a game called Splooie, which was basically a circle jerk for money.

It was a wonderful night of crazy storytelling and fairly filthy improv scenes.

The ATC is remounting Grease soon, a version truer to the original spirit. I'm definitely going to have to check it out.

Our first dance.

We never did go back for more dance lessons. Never mastered the waltz. So we went with the classic swaying back and forth, slowly turning in a circle, while patient guests looked on.

We had a hard time picking a song, but went with "Ugly Love" by Eels. A song that is a little bit funny, but also deeply heartfelt. One of our favorite combinations.

"Dear cousin,
I got your letter
It was more than i thought i deserved
Well she sounds perfect, all i dream of
And i dream about so much it is absurd
But when i get there and she sees me
I'll be impressed if she does not run screaming

"My kind of love is an ugly love
But it's real and it lasts a long, long time

"I had a thought while i was sleeping
And I dreamed about a place for us to rest
Eternity under the old oak tree
But i go too far i guess
Maybe I'll think about tomorrow
And maybe i can get her to stay that long

"'cause my kind of love is an ugly love
But it's real and it lasts a long, long time

"And if she finds me so repulsive
She wouldn't be the first to wretch
Well i decided one day long ago
I was never gonna be the greatest catch
And if she cares about the car i drive
Then she can get in hers
The moment i arrive

"'cause my kind of love is an ugly love
But it's real and it lasts a long, long time"

They say, write what you know.

So, yeah, there are going to be a few marriage trivia questions in a game I wrote for while planning my own wedding.

Evan, one of my many co-workers to get married this year, also used fruit table centerpieces at his wedding back in the fall.

Here's what he wrote about it on his blog :

"Quite early on in the wedding planning, Shama thought up the idea to use apple baskets as centerpieces for our wedding. Turns out she doesn’t like flowers so much. Good to know.

"While we were buying apples, we saw some bags of oranges and we thought they’d be nice to add more color to the centerpieces.

"We got numerous comments during and after the wedding about how much people liked the 'apples and oranges' concept for the centerpieces. Most saw it as representing two very different cultures coming together. It was really nice. I wish we had thought of it. Really, we just thought they were pretty.

"And so it’s been with our relationship in general. A lot of people like to read something noble and important into a Muslim and Jew getting married. Someone once (albeit jokingly) told me, 'the future of the world rests on your shoulders.' I’m glad people think we’re doing something good, but it really never occurred to me or Shama that our relationship had some larger purpose. I just thought she was pretty."

Another part of the not-a-lot-of-flowers thing, involved this brooch bouquet. Sarah collected cool looking brooches and had them made into a bouquet. Very cool.

Sarah: [seeing me looking at this picture on my laptop] Are you going to blog about my bridal folly?
Me: What do you mean?
Sarah: The bouquet. And how it ended up costing a lot more than... uh...
Me: So, wait, we didn't save money by not having flowers?
Sarah: I became obsessed with it, and when it started to become apparent that it was going to cost more than I thought... I just couldn't let it go. I put some of my own, non-budgeted money into it.
Me: How much?
Sarah: Oh... I will never tell you.

We didn't do the whole throwing-the-bouquet thing. For one it would have just shattered, sending dozens of brooches flying everywhere, and second, apparently it was a little too expensive for that sort of thing.

We still have it, as a lovely heirloom, sitting on a shelf.

Since we were on a farm, we had a bit of a fresh fruit theme running through our wedding.

Sarah: No flowers. Let's not have any flowers. Flowers are expensive.
Me: I'm totally on board with you there.
Sarah: Plus, flowers die. What a horrible symbol. They die!
Me: Well... I mean... fruit dies too... everything dies...
Sarah: Shush!

We did end up having some flowers at the wedding. A few. But not many. And it definitely saved us some money.

The tables all had to have names. Or numbers, I suppose, but we went with names.

Here are the 20 names we used:

The best table
The champion table
The choicest table
The finest table
The foremost table
The greatest table
The optimum table
The perfect table
The supreme table
The top table
The unequalled table
The unparalleled table
The unsurpassed table
The primo table
The number one table
The incomparable table
The bestest table
The goodest table
The paramount table
and... The worst table

The little old schoolhouse had a chalkboard, so it only makes sense to have something cute written on it. And this old school yard chant fits the bill, in the way that most songs that include the word "wedding" get played at weddings. So, I understand why it was chosen by whoever put it up... the wedding planner maybe, probably the woman who owns and rents out the farm.

Still, seeing it for the first time, a month or so later in our wedding photos, Sarah and I both found it a little annoying. The "then comes..." is at least presumptuous if not downright ominous.

The again, the ellipses at the end includes more than the traditional three dots. The dots keep going. Maybe someone was suggesting that the amount of time was negotiable.