Spokane, Washington at Arbor Gate. I highly, highly, highly support the kind of dancing that makes your booty go smack. It makes it pretty damn fun to be there, too. A+ to you, Charley and McLane.

Spokane, Washington. Danielle and Nathan live in Spokane, not where I live. So nine months ago when they wanted to talk wedding photography, I suggested that we video chat. This was way back before FaceTime™ had swept the nation; strangers then weren’t used to making eye contact via that great commingler, the Internet. But we arranged it anyway. I set up a laptop on my kitchen table and hung a photo behind me because bare walls can seem creepy. And the whole thing went flawlessly. I hope this doesn’t sound trite, but I love making new friends every weekend.

“Dear Darren These are some Things you need to know!! From Room 217.” That’s about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Check out the construction paper books—I think that might send the wrong message if Darren follows it to the letter.

Meagan’s an elementary school teacher and her class had plenty of time to compose some well-meaning tips for Darren, as he’s an Irish national and had his visa application denied several times before getting into the country to have a wedding. Originally scheduled for the fall, it happened in the late winter. In the mean time, however, Meagan was busy talking to Darren, immigration officials, state representatives, and vendors, trying to figure out how this whole thing would work. I can’t imagine a more composed bride in such frustrating circumstances.

The ceremony and reception were at Patsy Clark Mansion in Spokane. It was dark outside, warm and comfortable inside, and, I have to imagine—quite a relief for Meagan and Darren.