I went down the steps.

The coordinator saw me coming and made a hand signal to the quartet, who started the processional, because that is what she was there to do and she had no way of knowing.

Sixty-one people stood up.

I have thought about how to describe the next ninety seconds and the honest answer is that it was not dramatic.

It was extremely quiet and slightly absurd and everybody was very polite.

I walked up the aisle the wrong way, which took about eleven seconds, and got to the arbor, and the music stopped raggedly, and I picked up the microphone off the stand.