Wedding

My wife and I basically eloped for our wedding. The only people present were a witness each (plus one witness brought her boyfriend uninvited...) and the marriage commissioner.

Afterward, because I've known since I was very little that I wanted horses involved when I got married, we went horseback riding. Our car (well, technically my mom's car) broke down on the way home, in the Middle of Absolute Nowhere, and my cell phone was dead.

We started walking back toward the horseback riding place, and then I had to pee. My wife (of less than 4 hours XD) told me to just go pee by the side of the road. I was like, as soon as I pee, someone's going to drive by.

Turns out that was her nefarious plan; no sooner did I start than a van drove by. She flagged down the driver, who called a tow truck for us.

We didn't have much money at the time (...not like now *heh*), and what we had was going to be used for our (very inexpensive) honeymoon.

So, there we sat in the tow truck, me in the front seat, her in the back, having a silent conversation with our eyes that went something like this:

Should we tell him we just got married and see if he'll give us a discount? Or will he turn out to be a huge bigot and leave us in the Middle of Absolute Nowhere to die?

In the end, we decided to tell him, and he did give us a discount. And a ride home.

And we have a great story to tell about our wedding day!

Anyway.

My grandma has always wanted to plan a wedding. She has two daughters: one basically eloped, and the other (my mother) is never going to get married. Even though I'm the second youngest, I was the first of my cousins to get married. So, when we told my grandma that I'd gotten married, she was like, "I'm throwing you a reception. You don't have to do anything--just show up!"

Of course, the day of the reception, both my wife and I were just getting over swine flu, so we literally staggered over to our chairs and sat there the rest of the night, the seat backs the only things propping us up.

My favourite colour is purple, and my wife, as an artist, feels it would be unfair to pick a favourite, so when my grandma asked, that's what I told her. She interpreted this as 'purple and pink', so that was the colour of the decorations, and it was hilarious. Not at all us, but hilarious.