Wedding announcement

Well, after working around everyone else's schedules, we finally have a set date for a small wedding.
November 11 2005.
We would have had it done by now if it wasn't for one problem. A witness. Seems simple enough for most people, but not us!
In the State of New Jersey, a witness must be 18 or older, and has known the bride and groom for at least 3 years. That leaves out pretty much everyone that doesn't have to be imported from out of state.
So our only option is o-1's sister, who at least has known "about" me for 3 years. So we had to work around her busy schedule, and the Mayor of our town.
The Mayor was much easier to coordinate though. She's actually coming to our house to officiate. Nice lady isn't she? I think so.
o-1 is planning to ask her to put in warning signs, and a street light while we have her full attention.
Either that or lower our property taxes.
It's not hard to see why I love him.
tee hee
So today when I talked to his sister, she asked .. so .. what are you going to wear?
OMG! I hadn't even thought about that!
I suppose I'll have to bake a cake, and set up a buffet for the 4 people involved in this glorious occasion.
Or, I could just order some hoagies.
Nothing but the best for our special day!
No booze till after it's done though. That will be a first.
The other two had to get me drunk to keep me from running as fast as I could for the state line.
Lets recap:
My first wedding was in Carson City Nevada. We went up there with my best male friend (Michael T) who was standing up for Craig as his best man. My best female friend, (Gretchen) had planned the whole thing for us, and lived there. She was also the one who wrote up all the papers for the divorce 5 years later, btw.
That day also happened to be Superbowl Sunday, and Michael T made sure that was on the TV while the "girls" were doing all that girlie get Judy ready stuff I hate so much.
The guys took Craig off to get ready elsewhere, but Michael stayed to make sure I didn't bolt. Craig had made him promise to do whatever it took to make sure that didn't happen.
So, when I escaped from the girls, and was twitching uncomfortably in the dress someone made for me, Michael spotted the look on my face, and grabbed a bottle of Champagne from the kitchen. He calls me over to the game on the TV, and pours me a BIG glass.
I thought that was too damn cute.
We sat there yelling at the game, and finished off two bottles. Me in my dress, and him in a suit.
Gretchen was too busy running around getting things in order to notice how funny that was.
By the time the game was over, both me and Michael T were drunk off our asses, and laughing hysterically at each other.
Gretchen comes in and says .. OK it's time to go!!
I'm like .. Where?
She said .. to the chapel you DORK!
Michael says.. Shhh just tell her we are going to get some beer!
I'm like .. Beer?? Yay!
He knew I was terrified. Smart guy.
So we went off to get some beer. heh
We get to the chapel, and I'm like .. Hey I didn't know they sold beer at chapels!
Gretchen says .. Oh don't be silly, this is Nevada!
I said .. COOL!
So I staggered into the chapel, and they put me in some room, where Gretchen tells me .. OK here we go, are you ready?
Then it dawned on me.
DRATS FOILED!
The music started, and she grabbed my arm, dragging me inside.
I was confused to say the least.
Then we are walking up the isle, and I see Craig, and Michael T standing there, side by side.
Both looking at me with that.. Look.
So I whispered to Gretchen, "Which one am I marrying again?"
She giggled, because she saw it too, and said, "The blonde one"
I was like .. "Can't I marry them both?" Then said "Wait! That dark curly haired guy has a really HOT body!"
So she smacked me hard, and lead me to Craig.
I truly don't remember the rest. But I gather I didn't flee.
Michael T paid for the minister, and a garter, which he of course ended up taking home. I'll bet he still has it to this day.

The second one was even more blurry.
We went up to Stateline all alone. It was snowing, and I was really REALLY cold. Mike (not to be confused with Michael T) got us a hotel, and a case of beer, knowing that would be the only way I wouldn't chicken out.
He laughed as I changed my cloths 20 times while he plied me with beer before the 5 o'clock appointment at the chapel.
I ended up wearing blue cords, and a white sweater, as if we were going to Dennys for dinner, so you know I wasn't all that serious.
The only thing I remember about that wedding, besides the American Indian references, was when the minister asked me to confirm the vows by saying I do. I hesitated, looked around, and Mike says .. "she does"
The minister says.. Really? and looks at me. I was like.. ermm , uh, I guess so. What was the question again?
He laughs and repeats it.
So I said .. ok ok .. I do.
The ministers wife, who was acting as the witness started laughing, and said .. Oh you are so funny Judy!
Mike didn't think it was very funny, but he was worried I would run out the door.
I would have if I hadn't finished off a 12 pack before hand.

Do I regret either mistake? Naaaa
I learned a lot from those two idiots. Like .. who NOT to marry.
That, and long hard experience, that made me part of who I am today.

So anyway, you can see why I don't like weddings much.
This time is very different.
I've never been so sure about anything in my life.
No one will have to ply me with liquor, and if I crack a joke, o-1 will have a better one.
You gotta love that.

I'll post pictures if Boy does his job correctly.

Feel free to send wedding money. We already have a toaster.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, O Magazine, February 2004

Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.
Ice T, The Ice Opinion

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.
Jane Austen (1775 - 1817), Mansfield Park

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
Bette Davis (1908 - 1989)

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
Carl Jung (1875 - 1961)

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970), Marriage and Morals (1929)