A Year Ago Today

Today, May 23, is our very first wedding anniversary! At midnight my very cute husband called me at work to tell me “Happy Anniversary.” I wish I could tell you that we’ve been celebrating all day, but that would be a lie. Steve is working in Georgia this weekend, and so the presents and the celebrating will have to come later.

Photo by Beth Bowman

A year ago today, we gathered at the Concord Point Lighthouse in Havre De Grace, Maryland to get hitched. The weather was perfect, and thank the stars because our rain plan was if it rains, we get wet.

Photo by Beth Bowman

Here’s a fun story that the beautiful pictures of our wedding day missed…

While my bridesmaids and I were waiting for the limo to pick us up and take us to the ceremony, we decided it was important for us all to pee. The only place that might have a public restroom was this dingy little “Save-a-lot” type grocery store. When we walked in the store everyone, ev-a-ry-one, froze and stared at us.

“Excuse me, can we use your restroom?”

“It’s for employees only. Are you getting married today?”

“Nope! I tend to over dress for a day at the shore, and these weirdos always plan their outfits.” If that wasn’t a “Here’s your sign” moment, I don’t what is.

“Bathroom is in the back.”

Every single one of us squeezed into the bathroom at once. We all took turn peeing, except for one bridesmaid who claimed to have a nervous bladder.

While we were in the bathroom we realized that the string from my lace-up back was so long that I might trip on it going down the isle. So, when we got back to the register we asked for a pair of scissors. I want to say that they didn’t have scissors, and we ended up cutting the string with a box opener. I’m not sure, I wasn’t the one down there sawing off the string. I was standing there with my dress hiked up to my chin while the local folk and employees gawked at me and the four girls dressed in purple examining my crotch.

Before we left the decrepit store and returned to the perfect sun shinny weather, we paid for a box of Tic-Tacs in what must have been pennies because the woman rolled her eyes as one of my bridesmaids counted out the change. I had spotted the Tic-Tacs when we were cutting off my tail, and determined that I wouldn’t’ be able to make it to my vows without them.

And we wall lived happily ever after.

The End.

Maybe next year, I will tell you about how my maid-of-honor was so busy making sure I was put together that she forgot to wear underwear. No joke. We were driving to the wedding site, and she goes, “I totally forgot to put on underwear!”

Oops! Well don’t worry, I have plenty of untold stories about my maid-of-honor on my wedding day to save for next year.

OK, one more story…

One of the last things I said to Steve before we parted ways at the rehearsal dinner was, “Wear sunscreen. There is a bottle of it in the basket of stuff I gave you earlier today.”

Well, he didn’t hear me, and he didn’t wear sunscreen -none of the guys did. His forehead was burnt to a crisp by the time we checked into Pier 5. I thought he was going to cry while putting hotel lotion on his neon pink forehead.

“I told you last night to wear sunscreen.”

“Ohhhhh that’s what you said when we were saying goodbye.”

“Yeah… It was kind of important information.”

“Well no kidding! I was too excited to hear anything other than ‘I love you.’”

“Aw that’s sweet. And, now, you look like a lobster.”

Steve took this picture of us sitting outside our hotel at the Inner Harbor as the sunset on our wedding day. Notice how burnt his forehead is.

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