There seems to be some truth in the saying, "A lesbian brings a moving truck on her second date." I met my partner in February 2021, she was my customer at the shop where I work. We became partners immediately, moved in together in June, and were married in July. The ceremony was simple and short. In attendance were the pastoress, my mother, my children and their spouses, my boss, my wife's sister (still single at the time) and her daughter, and my favorite customer from the shop where I work. There were only three men present; my son, my son-in-law, and the wheelchair pusher of my favorite customer (her son). The men wore business suits. The women wore business dresses and high heels, with the exception of my mother (who had never worn high heels in her life) and my new sister-in-law's daughter (only 13 at the time). The reception afterward was also simple and short, and we held it at my daughter and son-in-law's house so we didn't have to keep going outside to smoke. The reception was mainly intended to give my family and my wife's family the opportunity to get to know each other better. Since then, there have been three more lesbian weddings in our combined families. My mother met her partner shortly after our wedding, and they too married a year later. It totally surprised all of us, since my mother is quite conservative, but it made sense, since she hadn't been with a man in over 10 years. My sister-in-law would marry her partner, who brought her own teenaged daughter to the marriage, making them a two-mother family. Both daughters also identified as lesbians. Last Thanksgiving, the older daughter married her partner. All three weddings were very similar to our wedding in 2021; same chapel, same pastoress, all of the original guests, plus each subsequent wedding added several more, same reception at my daughter's home.
Ours was during the pandemic so it was just paperwork in front of a masked judge with my two children and her sister and brother in law as witnesses. Then we spent 3 weeks in cabin in the Methow valley in Washington. Friends and family came and went in small groups to celebrate with us. We didn’t move as fast as you though. We had been friends for a couple years before any romance happened between us.
Ours was also during the pandemic, but we wanted a chapel wedding with our families and closest friends, so we did it. Everyone was masked, of course. We too followed with a week in a cabin in the North Carolina mountains, to escape the heat, and have a casual week with just us. Others in our families that have married also like the idea of the cabin, which is only a four hour drive.
I was going to go with stream of consciousness for my reply. I'll let someone else play with that. And I'm not a woman! :-\