Getting Hitched! Clear Sept. 4th on your Calendars

So Regan and I went to Stratford for the weekend and after watching a smoke-monster filled play complete with rose-bush-headed dancers and smoking Jackalopes, we decided to get hitched.

He was all like "marry me or the Jackalope will get you":


And I was all like "Ok, geeze, relax":



And then he's like "yeah ok" and I'm like "Are you SURE because this is what you'll be getting for the rest of your life":

And Tudor was like "Guys please stop trying to impale each other with my pitchfork; p.s. I have a knife and grapes":




And then we were like "Yeah, ok, I guess we sort of like each other":


And that dear readers is how you get engaged in Stratford.