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I had my re-wedding this past Saturday with my husband John, and the weekend’s festivities were almost everything I had hoped for in my wedding. The only thing missing was John’s family. We had amazing photographers, though, so everything was well documented (which is a bit scary, as they were partying well into the evening with us.)

The whole evening went perfectly, though— from our short 10-minute ceremony in my parents’ backyard to the reception. My parents picked the reception’s location: the car gallery in the Stutz building, which gave the evening an interesting feel. The tables and bars were interspersed with an amazing collection of old cars, from a 1929 Auburn Boattail Speedster to a 1984 Ferrari 512 Boxer. We weren’t allowed to take any for a joy ride, but that didn’t stop us from sitting in the Speedster.

We also had a live band. With my husband’s “signature” dance moves, though, it’s a wonder no one was critically injured. There was a moment when everyone in the reception hall was holding their breath, worried for my mother’s safety. But rest assured — she made it out in one piece.

Despite the fact that my wedding coordinator was lousy at communication during the entire planning process — emails and phone calls went unanswered and were rarely returned; samples of flower arrangements never arrived as promised — the reception was beautiful, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. I hear the food was quite tasty as well, but I was so busy trying to talk to everyone, I barely had a chance to sit down. I’m glad everyone was able to make it though, and while the night went by in a flash, I’m certainly going to hold on to the memories for the rest of my life.

So that’s it. Two weddings down, one to go. I have to say, my weddings are getting better with practice. By the time John and I make it to Ireland next year for our big Irish-Catholic celebration, we’ll be able to get married with our eyes closed — and we’ll definitely need more time to recuperate.