A message from my cousin:

The punk rock wedding was about as sweet as it could be. An Elvis impersonator performed the ceremony. He said, "If anyone here knows why this should not go down--" instead of the usual "Speak now and forever...". Then Ian and Sophia (who looked lovely in a black wedding dress, completely traditional except for the color) slammed beers and smashed the bottles against a pole--a Gallagher-like surprise for everyone in the front row. They wore the tapering bottle tips as rings, and played a great show (Ian plays drums and Sophia sings, in a band called The Chicklettes--which I think is their married name). Oh--and I caught the bouquet.

And he is a boy. Cute.