The stars (or the moons) had aligned so that my friend and I could attend both the Luna Luna exhibition and the Sleep No More farewell bash on the same day, just a few blocks apart.

We roamed the exhibition, gaping in awe at the beauty of the rides as they came to life. We even meandered, unknowingly, into the Luna Luna Wedding Chapel, which featured a performer who offered to officiate any type of wedding imaginable: you could marry yourself, your favorite color, or your friend, to name a few options.

“Do you two want to have a friendship wedding?” she asked us. The ceremony was brief but charming, and it ended with a certificate and a polaroid.

After a costume change, we headed to the party, which was a blur of dancing and shuttling between the many rooms of the McKittrick Hotel one last time. Late in the night, my friend and I made our way down a hidden passageway that funneled us into a crowd of revelers and performers alike. As we entered the room, we heard a familiar voice above the fray, coming from atop a table.

“These two got married today!” she crowed, whipping the room into a frenzy of cheers.

“I think they’re waiting for us to kiss,” my friend said, and we laughed. It wasn’t that kind of wedding. Instead, the performer leaned down, kissed us both, and sent us off into the night before anyone could ask any questions.