I hope everyone's weekend went well. Ours was really, really good. Different, but really good. Friday evening Rodrigo and I got married!
Note: If you are a friend of mine that is just finding this out, please know that I am going back on our $100 bet, or eating my foot, or anything else I might've said I'd do to prove that I'd never get married. You win, you were right and knowing that should be enough.
Yep, we just went ahead and did it. That's what I was talking about when I posted about the ring he gave me. He had the lovely ring along with the whole proposal and I obviously accepted. Although I love, love, LOVE weddings, I knew that I didn't want anything like that. It's just not, well, me. Or him for that matter. I know he would've gone along if I'd had an elaborate plan, but what we both wanted most of all was to get married quickly, quietly and something simple.
We'd had the license for a couple of weeks and had decided to do it on the 1st. We told few family members and friends, but were there with just the kids that day. It was the weirdest, tackiest thing, really. We got to the courthouse and there were about 75 million people there. There were a few girls really dressed up in gowns, a few that looked way too young to be getting married and some people that were there in their wedding jeans. We didn't know why all those people were there. I mean, I figured it was to get married, but I thought it was way too many people. Rodrigo went to ask and we were told to take a number. All those people were, in fact, getting married that day. We were couple #78. Can you believe it? I thought it was hilarious! There was a guard who was calling out the numbers and sort of trying to be funny at the same time. He'd say something like "Number Seventy Twoooooooo........". Rodrigo looked over at me and mouthed "I'm sorry". I wasn't, though. I thought it was very, uh, memorable and funny. It could'nt have been tackier if there was an ice-cream truck circling around (For my El Paso friends, think Juarez Mercado with the vendors telling you "Pasele, pasele" and you'll get the picture).
Once our number was called, we had to go into a waiting room eerily similar to a DMV. I regret not having a video camera to record what it looked like there. We of course had a private room once we did the actual ceremony. We grabbed a newlywed couple and asked them to be our witnesses. When we were saying the actual vows, I got completely verklempt and felt my knees sort of buckle. It seemed surreal to actually be hearing the vows that are sooooooooo often heard being said to me. Oh, and I messed up! I missed out on my big chance to say "I do". I said "yes" instead. Can you believe that? It was all I could say at that moment because I didn't want to start crying. I told Rodrigo we had to go back and do it again. :P It was over pretty quickly, although not fast enough for the kids because they couldn't wait to go out to dinner.
So, anyway, I wanted to share and let you guys know that I am no longer yvett the spinster.
listening to: Jack Johnson (If I had Eyes)