There is a wealth of information floating around the cosmos about the difficulty of planning a wedding. Whole, glossy-paged, generously airbrushed magazines stuff the inviting racks at the supermarket, devoted to sincere and grave discussions of the merits of embossed napkin rings, and debating the color of the garter to be peeled indecorously off one’s thigh in front of leering spectators.
I have been through this myself. In a fit of attempted respectability, long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, known as “Hartford,” I got married. This may surprise anyone who has seen the photograph which accompanies my banner headline, but, it’s true. Really. As I walked down the aisle, I had the following reaction: “Uh-oh.” This turned out to be remarkably prescient.
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