We also got married in the arse end of nowhere - our hometown.
Rented the Scandinavian Cultural Centre (we’re not) because it was cheap.
Had 90 guests, wanted potluck but MiL wouldn’t hear of it, so we allowed her to pay for catering. Asked for no gifts, got a fair few. We wrote and performed our own ceremony though there were at least 4 members of the clergy there (including my dad) who could have legitimized the whole affair. Was a good time, we had an ersatz dance (my own cassette taped tunes) and my BiL graciously provided the trunk (boot) bar.
33 years ago today.
We also got married in the arse end of nowhere - our hometown.
Rented the Scandinavian Cultural Centre (we’re not) because it was cheap.
Had 90 guests, wanted potluck but MiL wouldn’t hear of it, so we allowed her to pay for catering. Asked for no gifts, got a fair few. We wrote and performed our own ceremony though there were at least 4 members of the clergy there (including my dad) who could have legitimized the whole affair. Was a good time, we had an ersatz dance (my own cassette taped tunes) and my BiL graciously provided the trunk (boot) bar.
33 years ago today.