Okay. Dream scenario, for me, right? Get your pinterest board ready. No fucking family, extended or otherwise, not even friends. No kids. The preacher will be lucky to get invited–actually, it would be a captain. Probably Sal. He’ll smell like he’s just done half a days worth of work on the boat or in the market, because he had (he’ll have to pen this in), and it’s right by the Puget Sound far from the city. Just. Green and no noise or pollution and… us. Me and the uh… yeah. That. Like location isn’t everything, shit can be done online these days, but I guess Pike Place wouldn’t be so bad if some public witnesses that aren’t seagulls are required.