For all the folks asking if things have changed since the ceremony:
Doug and I went kite flying this evening in Mountain View as the sun set and then went to Zucca for scotch (15-year-old Dalwhinnie, neat, him) and a cocktail they call Oh, Beautiful (Remy cognac, Grand Marnier and Earl Grey tea, hot, me), tapas (spicy garlic prawns, piquillo peppers with goat’s cheese, mushroom croquettes) and then panna cotta with berries (divine, me) and Manchego, pear and walnuts (him) with a scrumptious dessert wine I can’t recall the name of, and we discussed anarcho-syndicalism and interest and tulip futures in 17th century Holland and Lazarus Long, and then we went for a walk and went book shopping, in which I bought Burning Book (by Jess Bruder, previously discussed) and Healing a Fractured World (by Rabbi Jonathan Sacks).
Life’s simply awful, I tell you.