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Jaimee and William's restaurant micro wedding at Fable, SF started under the City Hall dome on a Monday morning and ended over a long table at Fable, a restaurant micro wedding in the Mission, unhurried and entirely theirs, eighteen guests in June 2023, four of them kids.
A live-music ceremony on City Hall's fourth floor, portraits under the rotunda, then a short drive across town to Fable for a slow lunch in the greenery of the back patio while the two of them settled into being married.
The ceremony was on the fourth-floor North Gallery, up above the grand staircase, the light coming down through the rotunda. Two student musicians from the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, a cellist and a violinist, set up in the gallery and played the couple in.
William came in first with the officiant, and then Jaimee walked in on her father's arm to a string arrangement of Lorde's "Team." Rev. Kevin Tripp married them in front of the eighteen people who had come, and when it was done the two of them recessed back down the gallery to Taylor Swift's "Love Story."
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“William came in first, then Jaimee on her father's arm, a cello and violin carrying them in under the City Hall dome.”
After the vows came family photos and couple portraits around City Hall, the marble staircase, the balustrades, the light coming through the dome. Four of the eighteen guests were kids, and they were in every frame alongside the parents and the couple.
Then the party set off for the Mission, a short drive across town to Fable, a restaurant known for its covered garden back patio, all palms and ferns and space heaters, a room that takes up most of the house.
Guests drifted to the bar while the couple made their way over, and then everyone sat down together at one table on the patio. Jaimee and William raised a champagne toast and spoke to the room themselves, and a few impromptu toasts followed from the people around the table.
Lunch was a long, unhurried meal in the greenery of the back patio. The garden canopy overhead and the space heaters running at the edges meant the patio worked even on a June evening when the fog came in, eighteen people including four kids, all at one communal table, the kind of format where no seat is too far from the action. They cut their cake at the table, the kids pressed up close to the front for it, and the morning that had started under the City Hall dome finished over one shared table in the Mission.