They're married! In less than 10 minutes. The bride looked beautiful, my mom looked great (I'll be lucky to look that good at 64, let alone at 31...), Ryan looked great and actually let people take pictures of him, and the Justice of the Peace wants to take violin lessons. The tiny church meant that I had to play for, oh, about 2 minutes total, which seemed ironic considering that I'd just driven three and a half hours back from Plymouth, MA to be at the ceremony. It was worth it, though.
After a brief stop at the reception, I headed home to say hi to Bonita and to pick up a few things (more socks, a blanket for M., salt water to gargle for my oncoming sore throat), and then got in the car to drive back to Plymouth to continue teaching tango at Pinewoods. Whew.