By Wyatt Earp | August 9, 2010
Thirteen years ago, convinced my lovely wife to marry me. Of course, it took a lot of convincing . . . and money . . . and alcohol . . . but in the end, I won her over. Chalk one up to persistence.
I remember the day vividly. It was brutally hot, even for August, and it was warm even in the church. Mrs. Earp’s uncle was going to drive her to the ceremony, but when they walked out of her house, they found the tire was flat. (And no, I didn’t do it.) My father-in-law’s friend drove her instead.
I was freaking out beforehand, mostly because of nerves. I figured I would frak up the vows or something equally insane. There were a lot of people in attendance, and we had a nice-sized wedding party. Ironically, after thirteen years we don’t see or talk to half of our party anymore. The ceremony went off without incident, though, and the priest – a family friend – breezed through the entire thing in under an hour.
Our wedding party entered the reception hall to Dick Dale’s . Pulp Fiction being my favorite film at the time – and one of my faves to this day. Our first dance was to Van Morrison’s , a choice we later regretted because it was a little too long. We had Sinatra playing throughout dinner, and the usual songs when it was time to dance. I made sure that the DJ played , and .
The food was fantastic – especially the seafood bisque – and we have used the same caterer for family functions many times since that day. The guests seemed to enjoy themselves, especially the cop table, where my co-workers almost had to be pushed out the door at the end. A few of them told us later that it was the best wedding they had ever been to. They were probably drunk. Heh.
Like most weddings, it went by way too fast. Afterward, took the party back to my in-laws house, got changed, and sat around de-stressing. There’s a great pic of the missus sitting on my lap wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and the veil, which was still attached by a thousand bobby pins.
A day or two later, we were off to our honeymoon to – where else? – DisneyWorld.