Very soon, in fact. At the classiest and most nifty of all City Halls
available to us, in The City. It seems worth it to me to drive an hour
up there to do this since our local office is um, a little seedy. I'll
take that fancy rotunda any day.

To celebrate the Big Day, I shelled out for some new duds. Val went
with me and I have to say she did really well with the whole thing. She
played in the mirrors and kept saying things about 'Mary.' Took me a
while to figure out that she meant 'married.'

I don't know how I'd imagine picking out my wedding duds, but it
probably didn't involve taking real stock of my my post-partum figure or
giving time-outs in the dressing room. I suppose I could shell out for
a fancy dress (and yes, hell yes, I would get the whitest of white
dresses no matter who snickered at the notion of me presenting myself as
a virgin) but I'm just too cheap.

My mom's wedding dress was on sale and though she's saved it all these
years, she waves it off and says oh, it's nothing much. I got it on
sale. If that's how it would be, if it would just hang, hermetically
sealed until I die and Val is stuck cleaning out my house. No doubt
she'd give it away then so it made more sense to get a number of
nice-looking pieces that I can keep using afterwards.

I guess you could re-use a white wedding dress too but it might look a
little silly.

We're not registered, what would be the point? We haven't planned a
party. We're just eloping in our own town. Again, I don't know what
I'd imagined but it was probably more than this. The minute I figured I
was into the ladies, any wedding dreams went away, tucked into a little
corner of my heart that's so far away I can't find it right now.