the wedding we didn’t have

There was a time, somewhere back last spring, when we were still trying to figure out both the ceremony and the location, that we had been excited about the notion of the following: Having Allison sing Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah as I walked down the aisle of The Wayfarers Chapel.

One week later, we’re watching The O.C. season finale on TiVo when they cut to the big wedding ceremony.

Huge, sweeping crane shot of the Wayfarers Chapel while playing Jeff Buckley’s cover of “Hallelujah.”

When we finally were able to move our mouths again, I whined, “The O.C. stole our wedding.”

“Everyone at TWoP will be in their row coughing, ‘O.C. wedding! Losers!'”

The Wayfarers Chapel was booked on New Year’s Eve, Andi and Hamish included “Hallelujah” as an integral part of their ceremony, and we couldn’t have loved what became our ceremony more. But there was an evening last summer when we were heartbroken because of a stupid FOX television show.