Lisa Trinidad and Brian M. were married at 11 a.m. on a Lake Union boccie ball court on the longest day of the year. The only clouds were of the puffy storybook variety, flowers bloomed all around the court, and a stereo played violin and accordion versions of Pixies, Queen, and Depeche Mode songs. The wedding was held in the morning so the reception could include brunch, the couple's favorite meal. They met at a brunch held by the Portland Masturbation Club, which Lisa founded. PMC events are exactly what they sound like, besides the brunch part, which the name does not advertise. They looked adorable together in matching pink outfits. Brian was wearing a wooden bow tie, and Lisa had what appeared to be glass bow ties on her shoes.

An ancient European handfasting ceremony was performed by Emma Jay Byfield, a charming professional officiant. She wrapped their hands together with colorful ribbons symbolizing various types of luck. Then she read the vows the couple wrote for each other, and everyone cheered and blew bubbles. This was followed by a brunch of eggs, French toast, and an amazing sweet-potato hash. M&Ms with the bride and groom's faces printed on them were enjoyed, as was a Panamanian dessert for special occasions, called huevitos de leche, made by Lisa's mom. Lisa's family came all the way from Panama for the wedding. There were many mimosa toasts, and Brian and Lisa mushed cake into each other's faces, giggling. Emma announced there was going to be a burlesque show. Lisa sat on a chair in the middle of the room, and Brian gleefully pulled off her garter and flung it into the air. It landed on me. I wondered: If whoever catches the bouquet will be the next to marry, what happens when you catch a wedding garter?

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