14 Years!

August 15, a day that will live in infamy... okay, so maybe not. But 14 years ago B & I became official. Happy anniversary B!

This picture* was taken just before the limousine pulled away from the church. We ran (literally) down the aisle and kept going out the door. The driver whisked us across town to the reception where we were the first arrivals. We popped open a bottle of champagne and awaited our guests.

After 15 minutes no guests had arrived and the first bottle was empty, so we opened a second. Towards the bottom of the second bottle we began passing it back and forth, no need for silly little fluted glasses. Still no guests. Where had everybody gone? Maybe they were pissed because we ran out of the church without saying goodbye . Or maybe this was the wrong wedding reception and we were drinking somebody else's champagne.

Hick. No worries. People we recognized began arriving. They told us that the town's drawbridge had opened up to let a ship pass and that mechanical problems prevented it from closing again. But now the problem had been fixed and everyone arrived all at once... almost.

At this point the reception line, consisting of my parents, his parents and finally the two of us, was supposed to greet the guests. Neither set of our parents were there so B and I were the reception line. Due to the aforementioned consumption of champagne I remember nothing that was said and take no responsibility for crude or offensive remarks.

Other than the drawbridge incident and one table collapsing at the reception this was an uneventful beginning to our lives together.

*Disclaimer: I did NOT pick out this parade float/wedding dress. The story regarding this is long, boring and unremarkable.