Today is my wedding anniversary.
We were married 19 years ago at Spouse's eldest sister's house. To those who believe in omens, our marriage was doomed to failure by what went on that day. To wit:
No one from the Bride's family attended.
The Bride didn't find a wedding dress until four days before the wedding.
The Groom and his brother were nearly lost - forever - in the mangroves around St. Pete, Florida, two days before the wedding.
The Maid-of-Honor's plane tickets were off by one day, so she had to return home about three hours before the wedding took place.
The replacement Maid-of-Honor realized about an hour before the wedding that the dress she had just purchased required a slip, and she didn't have one. So off she went to find one. Because this was in Florida where foundation garments are often ignored, there was a little problem finding a slip. Which made her rather late to get back. Because she was late getting back, there was this little matter of the Bride being late for her own wedding (because the Bride was staying at the MOH's house).
To try to prevent the Bride from being even more late, the MOH successfully managed to outrun an oncoming train with about 20 feet to spare, thereby causing the Bride to wonder if the Almighty wasn't trying to tell her something and to almost wet her pants. (Don't try this at home. Although walking down the aisle in a state of terror is understandable, having compromised drawers are not.)
The Bride did, indeed, arrive late (but dry!) - causing much worry because some people had reason to believe she would succumb to cold feet. (Note: the Groom told the Bride after two years of patiently waiting that she had until the end of 1990 to marry him or she was going to have to get on with her life without him, and she put it off until December 29th.)
The young man who read the Meaningful Literature nervously shouted his lines at 90 miles per hour, thereby causing the Bride to disgrace herself with a fit of giggles.
Somehow, the Bride and Groom were photographed many times with the latter's uncle and aunt, but not once with the latter's parents.
The Groom forgot to make any honeymoon arrangements, so the newly married couple was forced to spend their wedding night at a motel that rented its rooms by the hour.
No, really. We had a great time then and we're still having a great time now.
Thank you, Spouse, for the adventure!
Bill & Deborah Nolan
December 29, 1990