To: Edwarda who wrote (38464 ) 5/23/1999 12:38:00 PM From: E Read Replies (1) | Respond to
My husband and I got married when I got pregnant. I got pregnant when we were driving out to California for me to meet N's family, and a blinding rainstorm made it necessary to pull over to the side of the road. A few weeks later, we decided to marry, and drove from Oakland, CA to Carson City, Nevada on a weekend, taking N's younger brother with us for some reason I can't remember, maybe as a witness; we arrived at a Justice of the Peace's house, but it was very early in the morning, so we slept in the car, all three of us, until he opened for business. We paid up front, and the JP started reading the ceremony in such a ridiculous, intoning, mechanistically reverential voice that N and I started laughing and couldn't stop. Classic out-of-control giggles. N's brother said, "You two shouldn't be allowed to get married, you are too much fool-arounds." Occasionally he says this, still. The couple who married immediately following us were a sailor and his girlfriend. On the highway going home, their car passed us, speeding. Down the road a little, we noticed it parked by the side of the road and saw that the bride and groom were walking hand in hand into the adjacent woods. This happened three times-- we see their car by the side of the road near some woods. This put us into fresh hilarity.
