The hat stayed on.
The pipe organ featured heavily and loudly during the ceremony. Two hated those parts. But he survived.
My careful military precision travel planning paid off. All of us ended up in the right places at the right time and I handed the guest tickets over with no stress needed!
I might write more coherently and fully about it all another day. For now, I’ll just say that I loved it; I’m bloody proud of myself, and the best sound in the world was hearing my three children cheering at the tops of their voices as I stepped on the stage, from right up in the furthest top row of the highest gallery.
All the hard work was well and truly worth it, just for that sound.