It was a dark and stormy night...no seriously, it was. We got married on November 1, 1975 at an eight o'clock candlelight service. It was snow/raining and cold, although the church was beautiful, sigh.
The Bridesmaids were my nieces, wearing used dresses remade from my other sisters wedding and they were butt ugly. I would worry about saying that, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't read my blog.
Bill's suit cost more than my dress, $110.00 from Anderson Little and when he and his groomsmen went to pick it up the morning of the wedding, they stopped for a little bar hopping. For some strange reason, Bill told them that I would cook a spaghetti dinner for them all if they just came to my house. NOT! I was busy playing beauty parlor and it didn't take me long to toss their drunken asses out with stern orders to sober up. By the end of the argument, Bill and I weren't even speaking.
I wasn't sure if he would show up at the church or not, but I trucked my pretty little ass there, just in case. We had previously decided that instead of my walking up the aisle to him, we would walk up together and boy was I glad to see him waiting there for me when I came upstairs from the Brides Room.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked, not bothering to conceal my attitude.
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't" he shot back, sticking out his arm for me to hold, and away we went.
I'm not sure I know of another bride and groom who weren't speaking when they got to the church, but we managed to say 'I do", and he really did kiss me, lol.
The reception was at the fire barn and we were supposed to go away for a night, but by the time it was over and we went home we were both so tired he carried me over the threshold, we ordered subs and watched a monster movie on TV.
Last night as we were snuggled on the chaise watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Bill leaned over and kissed me.
"I'm glad we've had all these years together," he said nuzzling my ear.
I don't know what it is with me and weddings. All of my books either have them, or plan them. Seriously, it's not like mine was so great and in fact if I hadn't been so in love with the groom, I probably would have skipped the whole thing.
I guess that's why I put so much thought into my fictional weddings. I want my girls to have beautiful weddings to go with their love stories.
We went all out when our daughters were married. My youngest had eighteen attendants! Our oldest wore a dress that made me cry the first time I saw it, twenty foot train, cut out hearts trimmed with seed pearls, well you get the picture. Thank God fictional weddings are so affordable, lol.