I just got even luckier.

On Tuesday, the 88th* day of the year, my best friend and love and the prettiest and most brilliant woman in the world, Jennifer James — became my wife.

When I proposed, JJ said she wanted to get married on some random Tuesday in the spring and to take the subway to City Hall and have a sundae. So we did.

Jack, my best man, was the only non-stranger and non-clerk in attendance. Then we went to our favorite restaurant, had lunch, and got drunk with thirty of our favorite people. What a perfect, perfect day.

In case you missed it, here’re some pages from the wedding album:

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*Well, 89th actually, ’cause its a leap year. But it’ll make it easier to remember this unforgettable day.