This has, in general, been the course of my love life. I get excited about the prospect of someone and it falling apart. I have grown accustomed to it... as Bane would say I was born in it, molded by it. I have finally come to a point in my life where I can barely be bothered. Thanks to the interwebs my wanderlust and my general lack of attraction to and for modern westernized women I tend to find girls who interest me either abroad but on the rare occasion I find one within the +1 country code.
Most of the motif was in the reception hall which contained loads of Harry Potter related items and gallons of butterbeer, but there were some things in the ceremony and the church that referenced Sam and Stephanie's love for the Potterverse.