Dan and Kate’s wedding ceremony in the golden, rolling hills of Santa Ynez featured a bagpiper, a chuppah, whisky in a quaich, Bon Jovi, and air guitar. As they read their vows — which were hilarious and sweet — an unlikely rainbow arced over the weathered-wood Figueroa Mountain Farmhouse. I don’t know how they could have scripted anything better. As we wandered around the grounds of the farmhouse, we nibbled on polenta snacks and sipped cocktails made of scotch, strawberries, mint and syrup. After loading up on fajitas and chile rellenos, we got down to the ceilidh. It was a little less crazy than our first attempt, thanks mostly to the presence of one experienced Scottish couple directing our group’s organized chaos. The dancing stopped for some video greetings from Scottish relations who were unable to attend, including a toast from Kate’s adorable grandparents. We hugged the bride and groom goodbye around 10:30 p.m. As we got into our car, fat droplets of rain began to fall consistently. The dancing continued despite the strangest July rainstorm. I slipped off my shoes at the hotel and found stray strands of hay.