June 9, 1979...People were packed to the rafters. (#TrueTruth: The small-town church building we got married in had a two- or three-row balcony along two sides of the sanctuary which was full, along with the stairs leading up to it.)
The day was HOT, the building had no air conditioning, and the windows were wide open - begging for some sort of breeze to find its way inside.
It was an uncomfortable day for a wedding, but it was apparently a perfect day to ride a motorcycle.
Around the block the church was on.
Over and over.
The audio of the wedding sounds something like this:
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the BRAAAAAP VROOM-VROOoom! not to be entered into lightly. Marriage has been ordained by God as the brrrrAAAAAP VROOM SPUT! SPUT! this woman to be married to this man?
I'm thinking...if I ever wanted out, there's no real proof that the vows ever got vowed.
(Never gonna happen, Beloved. Happy 38th Anniversary!)