The Old Ball and Chain: Part 3

The next day I woke up with a smile. It was our wedding day! Around noon, we walked down to the harbor to get married. We exchanged vows in front of the USS Constellation...The woman who preformed the ceremony was very sweet. Unfortunately, I got a horrible case of the giggles during the actual ceremony. Apparently getting married is HILARIOUS. I could not stop laughing. Especially when we had to recite words to one another. I think the poor minister thought I was slightly insane. And John was probably slightly embarrassed. I laughed my way through the whole thing. Despite my silly antics, when the ceremony was said and done, I was a legally married woman.

That afternoon, we walked through the city hand in hand. We ate at a little Indian restaurant for lunch (I LOVE Indian food. In real life, I talk about Indian food 95% of the day. I think I was Indian in a past life). After lunch, we headed back to the hotel for our wedding cake. I remember feeling head over heels in love with Johnny. I guess most people probably feel this way on their wedding day, but it was like I was seeing him through new eyes. I was going to spend the rest of my life with this man. We were going to start a family together. I suddenly realized that I was an incredibly lucky person. I had the privilege of marrying my very best friend. What an amazing and beautiful thing.

We were married, but our trip wasn't over yet. We rode the light rail (it smelled like a zoo), attempted to visit a wax museum in the ghetto (we didn't know it was in the ghetto until we got there), and we were even approached to buy meth from some guy on the street (um...no thank you). Good times, good times.

It really was an amazing trip. An amazing experience. I was so glad that I had John by my side. I wouldn't have done it with anyone else.