That happy day

A total anticlimax and a let down. I'm talking about The Sopranos finale, of course.

I GOT MARRIED.

The short version:

We got married at Point Dume in Malibu on Saturday with my sister as officiant, our parents as witnesses, and Sophia my niece as bridesmaid/ring bearer/flower girl. The beach and the weather were perfect and - I'm not kidding here - dolphins swam by in the middle of the ceremony. We went to Saddle Peak Lodge in Malibu Canyon for dinner (we ate elk) and spent Saturday night in the Huntley Hotel in Santa Monica (thanks to the lovely and most generous Peg, star of the new book "Pegchismo"). It was all even better than I expected. I want to get married every weekend now.

I have some pictures you can look at - they are a first draft of photos from some of the 6 personal cameras in attendance. Most need to be cropped and fixed and I def need to have at least 10 pounds photoshopped off of me. Still, I'm sure you can see how happy we are.