Left casually in the luggage trunk, this was an artifact. To complete the circle, we needed to drink it together at the start of the honeymoon.
But after the wedding, things started moving very quickly indeed. Too tired or never alone, we missed the window.
So we did the only thing we could do: do it all again.
We padded the bottle with a bedsheet and lugged it all the way to Ko Samui, checking-in a bag solely so that we could get it past security.
Then we found a site at our resort's lily pond, bought a wedding dress for 150 baht on the main street, and had the wedding we nearly had on our second trip to Thailand. The photographer was Lyn's camera on self-timer; the band was my phone in my pocket. The dress malfunction took only minutes to correct. The reception was the two of us, and the bottle of champagne.
Intensely personal to the point of being secretive, I'm glad we didn't do it then. But I'm glad we've done it now.