An Update, In Pictures.

Four years after our fateful first meeting in Heroic Underbog, I finally married my co-guild leader and main tank.

While our first choice for a wedding venue was the picturesque Nagrand, my mother-in-law's deathly fear of mage portals led us to compromise on Scottsdale, Arizona instead.

Screenshot because it totally DID happen.

My dad escorted me down the aisle, and — much to my relief! — managed to prevent me from tripping on my way to the altar. (The real problem with cloth armor? No agility!)

One of the most fearsome bosses Keaton has ever had to tank: my Dad.

I walked down the aisle to what my parents assumed was a lovely but obscure piece of classical music...

Don't let the "Bradenburg 12" fool you.

... it was actually Zelda's theme, arranged for a trio — courtesy of the amazing Sweetwater Strings.

Drawing on four years of raid leading prowess, Keaton managed to slide my wedding band onto the wrong hand.

It's a wonder he managed to kill Onyxia in Vanilla, much less again in Wrath ... and again in Blackwing Descent ... and again in ...

He was a little embarassed, but honestly? It was my favorite part of the ceremony.

This may have been his:

/kiss

A few of our Canadian guildies caught a wyvern to Arizona for the occasion! Needless to say, we were both touched by their presence and delighted to meet them face-to-face for the first time. It was the continuation of what I hope will be a lifelong friendship.

We took screen shots while waiting for the reception queue to pop. (Resto shaman, feral tank, fury warrior, hunter and shadow priest? Looks like a heroic group to me!)

Heroic Deadmines, gogo!

We entered the reception to "Do You Wanna Date My Avatar?" Under the circumstances, it seemed appropriate.

My actual face. (His too.)

We attempted to dance.

I look like a demented chipmunk.

It's a lot harder in real life, without the slash commands...

/dance

... But I did get brave enough to attempt a little twirl at the end!

We cut the cake after dinner, to the tune of Still Alive from the Portal.

Our cake toppers were moose(s?).

The music was Keaton's choice and oddly prophetic considering the surprise groom's cake I had custom-made for the occasion ...

Not a lie.

He liked it so much that it's currently sitting in pieces in our freezer. He informs me that its been humanely euthanized — again.

After the obligatory wedding events were done, it was time to party!

Cyn likes bubbles.

And drink!

This was either a Canadian drinking song or the impromptu re-enactment of Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog. Both happened.

And sing!

Seriously. There was a lot of singing.

Also, if you ever wondered what a fury warrior looks like seconds after pulling boss aggro and getting smacked in the face with a giant flaming axe...

I'm pretty sure this is it.

Defensive stance! Defensive stance!

It was without a doubt one of the best nights of my life.  It ended far, far too soon.

Arizona -- or Blade's Edge Mountain? -- at sunset.

The next week found us honeymooning in Puerto Vallarta.  As you might expect, Keaton spent a lot of time in aquatic form.

I think a Squee! might actually be appropriate here.

Two months later, our Fiance Visa arrived in the mail and we were actually able to move in together.

And just last week, Keaton's green card application was approved and I felt that I could finally share this without jinxing us.

Consummate geeks that we are, we celebrated by killing hard-mode Alysrazor.

The End.