Marriage in Japan can be a tricky thing. Lots of people to please. And they're scattered all over the world. I'm speaking of parents and in-laws, of course.

The first stage of our wedding was a Shinto ceremony in Sachiko's home town of Togane in Chiba Prefecture. There's a charming little shrine just down the road from her home. Here's a photo of the delirious (and slightly drunk) couple:

Stage Two was thrust upon us when the Asahi decided I was too much trouble for them. I'm free again, hence the resume. At any rate, it suddenly became time for me to get a spouse visa. Sach filled out a couple of forms, I signed 'em, she took 'em to the kuyakusho (city hall, basically) on her lunch hour and, poof, we were legal. How romantic, ne?

Part Three is what I consider to be the main event. It takes place in scenic San Diego, California, my hometown, on June 21. Full moon. Summer solstice. High tide. It's gonna be a party.

For those of you unfamiliar with La Jolla, here's a map.

Part Four is a Japanese presentation ceremony called a hirouen for family and friends in Japan who couldn't make it to the San Diego gig.

Married four times? That's pretty permanent, wouldn't you say?