It was twenty years ago today...

Rob and I got married on Saturday, May 2nd, 1987. It was Derby Day, and windy - but it didn't rain, which was good, because we got married in my parents' back yard, and we didn't have a tent. (We did have a back-up plan, which was to use the Methodist church if it rained.) I had just turned 27, and Rob was only 24 - in retrospect we both seem to have been incredibly young. We didn't have any money, so we really did the wedding on the cheap, which turned out to be a lot of fun. We had to be creative. We begged and borrowed - one of my mother's friends had a movable gazebo and latticework arch, and we got the chairs and tables from the church I grew up in. I made my wedding dress (I don't think I have a picture online, darnit) and we made mix tapes for the wedding and the reception - and this took a lot of work back in the days of vinyl records, let me tell you! We bought food and plates and things at Sam's Club. We did spring for a cake - we found a local "cake lady" whose prices were reasonable - and we had bouquets and boutonnieres from a florist, because I didn't know if I was talented enough with flowers to do that myself. We didn't have a photographer, which means our wedding pictures are all obviously amateur, but I've never cared much. We enjoyed our own wedding, and most of the guests seemed to too.

We didn't have much time off of work, so we went to New Orleans for a few days. (We actually spent our wedding night in Beaumont, Texas - which is on the Texas-Louisiana border - because we knew we wouldn't be leaving until fairly late and we didn't want to have to make the whole five-hour drive to New Orleans.) Neither one of us had ever spent any time in New Orleans before. We stayed in a Best Western right on Bourbon Street, and we wandered around the Quarter and looked at the touristy stuff and generally had a good time.

And we still have a good time. Happy anniversary, baby.