Twenty seven
So she finally got me to say yes 27 years ago. We were too young and stupid to know any better. No church and all that shit. City hall (Chicago), the judge was a wonderful, funny African-American woman – that’s about all I remember. We told our families later. That was fun. They were pissed. Our “honeymoon” was a walk along the lakefront or something. We were poor then and we’re nearly poor again now. Maybe we went to a museum. I don’t remember that either – wonder if she does?
I love you babe. Stay in your seat until the roller coaster comes to a complete stop.
