The weddings are over; let the blogging begin

All three of our ceremonies are done, the first of our three honeymoons has come and gone, and now begins the blog.

I have been mentally writing and rewriting the first proper entry here for weeks, in which I shall explain the concept of a "Dude Wedding" in brief, easily accessible terms, but:
a. that's pretty much the entire point of the blog and accompanying Future Bestseller, and
b. the term is operationally defined quite clearly in the following email. Real names have been obscured, but you all know who you are.

I ask you: would any Chick Wedding prompt the following (written by a biological woman who is, I would approximate, 75% dude and 25% chick)?

J*****’s ass was on fire Saturday night and he stunk up the southwest corner of the BYC. He nearly killed your dancer friend who was storing his fire apparatus in that corner. Besides the perverse things that P****** was doing with the inflatable Dolphin, I also said “I think I have to poop” in front of one of your guests.

Sorry!

H****

PS – you’ll find evidence of most of this on film.

There. Now we may begin.