Many of you have read the crazy tales of my courtship, and it is therapeutic for me to recount them (reminds me that I may have a reason or two to like my husband, which is always good)...
So after spilling my guts about our matching tattoos and drunken engagement in the loo, it is only fitting that we bring it on home with a quick run down of the actual wedding.
It didn't take long after getting engaged for us to figure out that the whole big wedding thing was just not for us. Having my (future) in-laws actually forbid any holy union, whatsoever, kind of forced our hand. Plus it all just seemed so silly and unnecessary. We were in love and wanted to be together all the time... Why jump through so many hoops (expensive hoops, to boot!)?
Well, as re-enacted in this lovely photo, we went to the local courthouse and got 'er done. I remember it being a sweet, albeit brief, ceremony. The two clerks that ended up being our witnesses even got a little teary.
There was no time for a honeymoon, as my honey had to go back to work immediately after the ceremony. I am sure we celebrated drunkenly and obnoxiously later in the week, with a pizza and a six-pack.
Now don't be hatin'...Not everyone can have the fairy tale ending. I just got lucky.
And, as always, you have Ms. Angie over at Seven Clown Circus to thank for enabling me.