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lamortefille wrote:
My husband and I went to Vegas and were married by the Grim Reaper in a graveyard setting. We both wore all black and our rings were LOTR The One Ring replicas. We had each already done the big family wedding thing, so we wanted to do something “our” way this time around. We had a blast. 😀
2nd wedding for both or re due of voews??
My husband to be stayed up all night the night before and got stoned and drunk with his uncles. He was moody during the ceremony and got irritated with my mother when she wanted to take pictures afterwords. At the reception,( at the VFW,) his aunt (Who I found out that day wants to sleep with him 😮 She is older than his mother, for crying out loud!) got drunk and threw herself at him… she then went out and wrote profanity about me all over the car we drove in. It was lovely. 😕
purplecat wrote:Ouch! Did you strangle them? I would’ve. 😯
I couldnt. They wouldnt let me near her. I stayed composed, though. I like to think of myself as a silent assasin.
Dragon Master wrote:lamortefille wrote:My husband and I went to Vegas and were married by the Grim Reaper in a graveyard setting. We both wore all black and our rings were LOTR The One Ring replicas. We had each already done the big family wedding thing, so we wanted to do something “our” way this time around. We had a blast. 😀
2nd wedding for both or re due of voews??
Truth be told, 3rd for me and 2nd for him. I believe in doing things until I get it right. 😆 🙄 I wasn’t planning on getting married a 3rd time, but you never know what life has in store for you…
lamortefille wrote:Dragon Master wrote:lamortefille wrote:My husband and I went to Vegas and were married by the Grim Reaper in a graveyard setting. We both wore all black and our rings were LOTR The One Ring replicas. We had each already done the big family wedding thing, so we wanted to do something “our” way this time around. We had a blast. 😀
2nd wedding for both or re due of voews??
Truth be told, 3rd for me and 2nd for him. I believe in doing things until I get it right. 😆 🙄 I wasn’t planning on getting married a 3rd time, but you never know what life has in store for you…
I am on my 2nd & my husband’s 3rd. He was very…skittish about getting married again. We are coming up on anniversary #7-long than the first two put together.
skigod377 wrote:My husband to be stayed up all night the night before and got stoned and drunk with his uncles. He was moody during the ceremony and got irritated with my mother when she wanted to take pictures afterwords. At the reception,( at the VFW,) his aunt (Who I found out that day wants to sleep with him 😮 She is older than his mother, for crying out loud!) got drunk and threw herself at him… she then went out and wrote profanity about me all over the car we drove in. It was lovely. 😕
Wow Ski, youve got the paitience of a saint!!! 😯
(Sorry this is a bit long…)
My best friend Jackie married Linda and me by having us jump over a broomstick during a bonfire party, in the back yard at my house in England. It was wonderful.
A couple of days later we had to go down to the registry office, and thence to a reception party for family and friends, taking lots and lots of validating photographs to bring with us to the US State Department in London.
The problem had been that instead of just applying for a Visitor’s Visa, coming over here, marrying Linda, then filing for immigrant status, I had foolishly told the Immigration Department that I wanted to come to the USA, marry my fiancee, and stay here. That might just have been OK except that there was a question on the form that asked where and when I had first met my fiance(e), and I had put “We’ve not met yet”. This, apparently, was entirely the wrong answer.
Linda cleaned out her bank account, bought a two-way ticket, and flew over to England in the hope of getting the US Immigration Department to change their mind, seeing as how we had now met. They told us to go away and quit bothering them. It was clear that once the Immigration Department gives you the Evil Eye, you become nothing. For sure, I had been assigned a permanent Immigration Status, but that status was: “Denied!”
Fortunately we had friends who knew more about the real world than we did, and after berating us for being fools, and wiping away our tears, and giving us big “there; there” hugs, they suggested we tried asking at the US State Department, which is, like, the back door to the US Immigration Department in London. We’d never have guessed there was another body that could issue a visa; we just assumed we were completely lost.
When we got there, the first thing Linda had to do was recite an arcane phrase surreptitiously whispered to us by the very person who needed to hear it: “I am an American Citizen and I demand Council!” We were very quickly interviewed by a high-ranking official who was astoundingly sympathetic to our plight. She told us to go away, get married, bring her evidence of our courtship (a small percentage of our voluminous exchange of mail) and photographs showing family and friends at the marriage ceremony and reception.
Afterwards we spent a few days on honeymoon at my parents’ house in Wales. Linda had missed her non-refundable flight back to the USA, as it took us a good couple of days to set up our wedding and arrange for all our relatives to be there, so my parents paid for her ticket home, and, a month later, on the day the payment arrived in my bank account for the sale of my house, and the day my visa arrived in the mail (I was cutting things horribly fine), I too headed down to London to catch an aeroplane home.
Ten years later, Linda and I reaffirmed our marriage on this side of the Pond. A new friend, Charles, did the honors, but this time, instead of having us jump over a broomstick, he had brought his 7-foot Wizard’s staff for us to jump over.
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