Paul Waters was restless. Every day for the last three weeks, he was consumed with planning his marriage to Kevin Voecks. They had waited 15 years for this moment, from the time they had matching commitment rings engraved with the date they moved in together and left room for a future wedding date to be added.
At the time it seemed like wishful thinking.
Just hours after the first same-sex marriages began in California, the Valley Village couple lay in bed trying to get some rest.
"I'm getting married in the morning," Voecks sang to Waters.
"I'm getting married in the afternoon," Waters sang back.
The wedding, in fact, was scheduled for 7 p.m. Tuesday. At 1 p.m., they had an appointment to get their marriage license in Ventura. They crossed county lines because Los Angeles County was operating on a first-come, first-served basis Tuesday.
Waters slept poorly. At 5 a.m. Voecks finally turned to him and asked him to stop fidgeting.
They woke at 8:30 a.m.
At their home, the two selected their clothes for the civil ceremony: polos, slacks and dress shoes. Voecks chastised Waters, usually the more vocal of the two, when he noticed a hole in Waters' sock, saying, "You can't wear those!"
"Then get me another set," Waters snapped.
Voecks fished out a pair of black Gold Toe dress socks from one of his drawers.
Waters sat on their bed, watching.
"Kevin's got a scale of either one or 10 -- nothing in between," he said. "It either is fabulous, or it completely sucks. But he picked me, so I guess you can tell where I rank."
Waters stepped on the scale, his final weigh-in an intense three-week pre-wedding diet.
"177!" he said. "So close!"
He was two pounds off his goal weight, down from 200 pounds when they started planning.
"I still love you," Voecks said.
"I just wanted to look good in the photos," Waters lightly lamented with a faint smile. "But two pounds off is better than 20."