it didn’t have as much spontaneity as britney’s las vegas overnight, nor was it doused in that romantic glow like jfk jr.’s very private one. we didn’t and still don’t mean to run off into the unknown through some path as wide as an interstate highway. it was just as brief, we have to admit. we were fast, but we were thorough.
the actual cermony only takes 15 minutes, we were told, so we said we intend to keep it at 15 minutes. and no entourage, no flowers, i’ll have none of that interminable white train straining with the mass of a hundred thousand glass beads hand sewn by middle aged ladies in the backroom of a dimly-lit design studio. i certainly wouldn’t go under that gossamer veil, the one that makes me look like an apparition when you see me against the sun. and no gauzy gloves, i never figured out what they’re really for anyway. heck, no rings even. i’d rather we put the money away for that impending flight.
but i’d at least want to wear that dressy top with my jeans. if that’s alright.
and we were witnessed by a very intimate few. the same people who shared lunch with us the same day. the same people we share lunch with on many days.
we got married february 6, 2009 with no fanfare. if we have to do it all over again with all the pompous trappings to please the gods of our families, sure. but it won’t be as memorable as the first one. all fifteen minutes of it.
