Ok. My wedding day. Neither of us wanted a big wedding. We’d both been married before, but we did want to have a nice small celebration. We had our two friends meet us and the kids down at the courthouse to be witnesses. And then the six of us were going to have a swanky dinner afterwards. We made reservations (at a place you tend to really need reservations) for an hour and a half after services started with the JPs downtown. We weren’t sure how long it would take or how many people would be down there.
So, the fella and I get there early with the kids and there are a couple of couples already waiting. My daughter starts her first period while we’re at the courthouse, and I take her to go looking for a convenience store while my fella is holding our place in line and of course I can’t tell him what’s going on because she would “just die”. I walk blocks…in June…in the afternoon…in downtown Tucson before I can find some over-priced pads for her.
So, I’m sweating and not looking as nice by the time our friends meet us and we get married. Yay! The JP was great. The ceremony was done in maybe 5 minutes after they started taking waiting couples into the rooms.
So, now we have almost an hour and a half before our reservation for dinner. So, we decide to stop at a place that’s a bar and serves some food. We think it’ll be one of those places that let kids in during the day for lunch so we can have a drink before heading to the restaurant. So, the six of us are debating whether this place will let kids in or if we should make a stop somewhere else. During the confusion, my new husband left the air going in the car while we’re standing there discussing this and locked the keys in the car, with the air going, in downtown Tucson.
And the place didn’t allow kids, so we’re waiting outside for the tow truck guy to come let us in the car and he’s wanting the AAA policy number which is in the car—of course. We finally get back in the car with the help of a local guy at the Irish bar across the street who had waaaaay too much skill at getting into a locked car before the tow guy got there. Now we’re not too far off the reservation time and the car feels like a fridge. My poor fella kept apologizing for locking the keys in the car.
We had a great dinner but we looked like hell walking into this nice place with our hair plastered to the sides of our faces. By then we were all laughing and ready for a big meal.