We're in the limo!

Now, the deal is, we scheduled to get married at "The Little White Chapel" at 11am Monday morning August 4th. At 10am a very nice man in a long white limousine picks you up at your hotel and drives you downtown to the courthouse to get your marriage license. He has the forms all ready for you so you can have them by the time you pull up. You hustle in and wait along with a few other couples, pay your 50 bucks and leave with your marriage license in about five minutes. Mr. Limo then drives you over to "The Tunnel of Love (tm)" a narrow covered car park that has garishly painted cupids all over the ceiling. You pull up to a fast-food like side window and a nice woman handles all your paperwork and signs and witnessses for you. At this point you purchase your commemorative "Little White Chapel" marriage certificate holder, and any other li'l necessaties you might have forgotten, like a bouquet, or polaroids of the ceremony.

Then, an actor/reverend looking very much like Kenny Rogers gives a "light christian" ceremony (honestly, I think the only thing christian about it was the word "love" or something). All the while we are both craning to see him through the limo window, clutching hands, and beginning to weep.

Ok, *I'm* beginning to weep. I'm a weeper.