As for me and Mr. B. -- married by a judge in the Fulton County (downtown Atlanta) courthouse. When we walked into his office, we heard a soap opera on a TV in the next room, before he came rushing in while putting on his judge's robe -- Hee!
That's so romantic. I'd rather have a memory like that than an overwrought ceremony. My wedding was large but not expensive; however, given the choice to do it over again, we would elope to Antigua. Definitely. We married in the Church to shut my mother up. End of story.
Bitter, party of one, your table is now available.
We do have a funny memory of driving to Chicago to catch our flight to Hawaii for the honeymoon: we stopped at McDonald's and got four cheeseburgers, a 20 piece McNugget, fries, and two huge Cokes. We were so busy at the reception, we didn't have a chance to eat. We were starving...that was the best damn McD's we ever ate.
Here's a great example of an overblown celebrity wedding that ended in divorce recently: Melissa Rivers. Her wedding cost well over one million dollars, and she filed for divorce less than two years later.
Nick does an awful lot to keep Jessucka happy, I think. Guys hate weddings and they participate primarily to make their chicks happy. I like the footage of Nick stuffed into a tuxedo in the opening credits. You know he'd rather be kickin' back and chillin' with Drew, sipping a brew and watching the game, but there he is at the circus...er, his wedding to Jessucka. He's also a good sport about CreepyPa's fascination with Jessucka's sexual being. I cannot imagine my man doing the same. Then again, I cannot imagine my dad even imagining what goes on in my bed...on the kitchen table...in the back seat of our car...on the washing machine...ooops! Sorry about the reverie ;-)
Congratulations,
oldbabe, you're an inspiration to us young marrieds in that it can be done. My parents were married for thirty years when Dad died. It sounds to this broad that you found yourself a keeper. I love the story about the soap operas.