Del & I had set our date to get married. We were more excited about the marriage than the wedding. My friends on the other hand, well
, they started sucking the fun out of it.
There was a lot of stress planning that wedding. I went and shopped for dresses with my friends who all thought everything I tried on was the prefect dress.
The prefect dress cost more than my car did and I used that everyday.
I told my friends that I didnt want to spend that much money on a dress I would only wear once but was told that I would actually wear it several times because of all the alterations the seamstress would have to do.
I guess they thought that would be a selling point.
Everything I tried on looked ridiculous on me, my friends tried to tell me differently, but the mirrors in the store were in proper working order. I could see for myself that I looked silly in a wedding dress.
Short ones, long ones, puffy ones, the ones with the sharp things on them, huge bows on the backside and the itchy ones all looked terrible on me. I had to stand on a stool to see the dresses because they are all designed for someone taller than 5 foot tall.
Without the stool the material of the dress would be wrapped up around my neck.
I had difficulty standing still on the stool while my friends and the wedding dress store lady pulled and pinched the dresses while I was still wearing them.
I didnt wear them all at once.
I, of course would lose my balance, fall off the stool and nearly be strangled by 75 feet of material, then be reprimanded for by my friends fidgeting.
I waited for the fun of shopping for wedding dresses to start, but it never did.
When Beatlebum saw me in one of the perfect dresses and I asked her how I looked, she said Uncomfortable.
She was right, I was very uncomfortable.
Not just with the dress.
People around me started getting nuts. My friends started arguing about bridesmaids and dress and colors and food and music and reception halls and guest list and on and on
It was starting to get out of hand; my wedding was being planned around Del & I. My friend, Lori would get mad at Del because she felt he wasnt involved enough.
Funny, I wasnt involved that much either. She didnt seem to notice that.
The wedding would have ended up being more for our friends. Our families didnt live close by, and because of different circumstances, not many would be able to come.
I got home one afternoon from the wedding planning fun and Del asked me if I had a good time. I told him the truth. I had gotten to the point where I didnt want a wedding; I just wanted to be married. He came up with the brilliant idea of eloping.
I was so happy when we called off the wedding, I cried a little.
All anyone ever knew was that we were planning our vacation to Disney.
Our friends figured I chickened out and didnt question it very much. To them, it would make perfect sense for me to back out because
Because..Ah, well.
Because I was divorced.
Twice before.
By the time I was 25.
Sorry about that.
Love ya, Mean it.
My first marriage, at least in my mind, doesnt count. I was sixteen years old, married a Marine, moved around A LOT, had two kids and was divorced by the time I was nineteen years old.
Decisions people make before they are of legal drinking age, or voting age for that matter dont count.
Im sure most people will agree with that.
Still Love ya, mean it.
My second marriage was almost immediately after the first. I had so much fun the first time; I decided to be married with another baby before I turned twenty two.
I was practicing.
Im good at being married now.
I have also mastered birth control.
Del had never been married before but he also hadnt been to Disney World.
Unfortunately, I didnt know the Dis boards back then. I had no support system when I was quoted a price for a Disney wedding.
Good God!
We decided that we didnt need all that; it would only be us and the kids so I called city hall in Orlando and asked about marriage license and wedding chapels. The helpful city hall girl gave me the number to a chapel outside Disney World.
When I spoke to the Reverend at the chapel she told me that she could marry us anywhere we wanted, it didnt have to be in the chapel. She told me she knew of a nice private gazebo in a beautiful part of Disney.
That gazebo is in Port Orleans (formally known as Dixie Landings).
That is our gazebo.
We didn't wear formal clothes, jeans and t-shirts because we didn't want to attract too much attention to ourselves.
Oh, and we were poor and couldn't afford formal clothes after paying for a Disney trip.
That and we are Mainers and Florida in May is hot and we cant handle formal clothes in the heat.
And I look ridiculous in a wedding dress.
Our wedding was more than I could have ever wanted in my lifetime. Everything was perfect. The weather was warm and sunny. The gazebo is right on the rivers edge and the riverboat went past us while we said our vows. Del & I faced each other holding hands the entire time. Our vows were specially written and we had a rose/vase ceremony.
Everything was absolutely perfect.
Still is.
Our wedding photo is of us in front of the castle after the ceremony. We went into the Emporium on Main Street and had just married badges made, one Mickey and one Minnie.
This was not only Dels first time to Disney; it was his first time to ANY amusement park, ever. He had never been on a ride in his life.
The Magic Kingdom is where Del learned what it is like to be married. First we went on POTC. We had a lovely journey under a hairy leg watching the partying pirates.
We moved on to HM were we were sat on by hitchhiking ghosts. After that was a trip around a Small World.
Then we came to Space Mountain. Del followed us right in the door while DS Chris went and found a bench to sit on.
Back then Chris didnt go on fast, dropping rides.
It took Del a couple days to figure that out.
We got inside Space Mountain and stood waiting to get into our car. Del started getting curious about this ride. He asked me what it did. I told him it was a ride threw space.
He was picturing a ride like POTC or HM. He had never been on a rollercoaster before and had no idea thats what he was about to get on. I didnt volunteer any information.
During the ride I listened to hear if he was screaming, but he wasnt. He was too focused on holding on for dear life. When we got off the ride, he was pale and sweating.
I asked him if he was alright and he looked at me horrified. I took him by the arm and asked him again.
What in Gods name was THAT?!? he demanded to know.
A ride threw space.
I guess he wasnt paying attention the first time I told him that.
Next we moved on to Alien Encounter. Del was a bit jumpy from his space ride and wanted to know how fast this ride was going to be.
I assured him it wasnt a ride; it was more of a show.
I cant be trusted, I never lied, but I didnt fill in many blanks.
By the time we got to Buzz Light year Del was a mess. He did not like alien breath on the back of his neck at all.
We played this game during our entire trip. Big Thunder Mountain Railroad is just a train ride into some caves. Splash Mountain is simply a boat ride threw a bier patch.
I love taking new people to Disney World.
Del decided he wanted to stay married to me, even though I had been torturing him. The only one I really had a hard time getting him on was TOT.
I dont go on TOT, falling is never fun, it was all up to Commando Nikki and her patented boo-boo face. You know the boo-boo face, big drippy tear-filled eyes and bottom lip extended over the chin.
Del didnt want to go on TOT, but he had no defense for the boo-boo face.
He went on a ride he really didnt want to go on to make Commando Nikki happy.
I found a winner.
It was about time!
There was a lot of stress planning that wedding. I went and shopped for dresses with my friends who all thought everything I tried on was the prefect dress.
The prefect dress cost more than my car did and I used that everyday.
I told my friends that I didnt want to spend that much money on a dress I would only wear once but was told that I would actually wear it several times because of all the alterations the seamstress would have to do.
I guess they thought that would be a selling point.
Everything I tried on looked ridiculous on me, my friends tried to tell me differently, but the mirrors in the store were in proper working order. I could see for myself that I looked silly in a wedding dress.
Short ones, long ones, puffy ones, the ones with the sharp things on them, huge bows on the backside and the itchy ones all looked terrible on me. I had to stand on a stool to see the dresses because they are all designed for someone taller than 5 foot tall.
Without the stool the material of the dress would be wrapped up around my neck.
I had difficulty standing still on the stool while my friends and the wedding dress store lady pulled and pinched the dresses while I was still wearing them.
I didnt wear them all at once.
I, of course would lose my balance, fall off the stool and nearly be strangled by 75 feet of material, then be reprimanded for by my friends fidgeting.
I waited for the fun of shopping for wedding dresses to start, but it never did.
When Beatlebum saw me in one of the perfect dresses and I asked her how I looked, she said Uncomfortable.
She was right, I was very uncomfortable.
Not just with the dress.
People around me started getting nuts. My friends started arguing about bridesmaids and dress and colors and food and music and reception halls and guest list and on and on
It was starting to get out of hand; my wedding was being planned around Del & I. My friend, Lori would get mad at Del because she felt he wasnt involved enough.
Funny, I wasnt involved that much either. She didnt seem to notice that.
The wedding would have ended up being more for our friends. Our families didnt live close by, and because of different circumstances, not many would be able to come.
I got home one afternoon from the wedding planning fun and Del asked me if I had a good time. I told him the truth. I had gotten to the point where I didnt want a wedding; I just wanted to be married. He came up with the brilliant idea of eloping.
I was so happy when we called off the wedding, I cried a little.
All anyone ever knew was that we were planning our vacation to Disney.
Our friends figured I chickened out and didnt question it very much. To them, it would make perfect sense for me to back out because
Because..Ah, well.
Because I was divorced.
Twice before.
By the time I was 25.
Sorry about that.
Love ya, Mean it.
My first marriage, at least in my mind, doesnt count. I was sixteen years old, married a Marine, moved around A LOT, had two kids and was divorced by the time I was nineteen years old.
Decisions people make before they are of legal drinking age, or voting age for that matter dont count.
Im sure most people will agree with that.
Still Love ya, mean it.
My second marriage was almost immediately after the first. I had so much fun the first time; I decided to be married with another baby before I turned twenty two.
I was practicing.
Im good at being married now.
I have also mastered birth control.
Del had never been married before but he also hadnt been to Disney World.
Unfortunately, I didnt know the Dis boards back then. I had no support system when I was quoted a price for a Disney wedding.
Good God!
We decided that we didnt need all that; it would only be us and the kids so I called city hall in Orlando and asked about marriage license and wedding chapels. The helpful city hall girl gave me the number to a chapel outside Disney World.
When I spoke to the Reverend at the chapel she told me that she could marry us anywhere we wanted, it didnt have to be in the chapel. She told me she knew of a nice private gazebo in a beautiful part of Disney.
That gazebo is in Port Orleans (formally known as Dixie Landings).
That is our gazebo.
We didn't wear formal clothes, jeans and t-shirts because we didn't want to attract too much attention to ourselves.
Oh, and we were poor and couldn't afford formal clothes after paying for a Disney trip.
That and we are Mainers and Florida in May is hot and we cant handle formal clothes in the heat.
And I look ridiculous in a wedding dress.
Our wedding was more than I could have ever wanted in my lifetime. Everything was perfect. The weather was warm and sunny. The gazebo is right on the rivers edge and the riverboat went past us while we said our vows. Del & I faced each other holding hands the entire time. Our vows were specially written and we had a rose/vase ceremony.
Everything was absolutely perfect.
Still is.
Our wedding photo is of us in front of the castle after the ceremony. We went into the Emporium on Main Street and had just married badges made, one Mickey and one Minnie.
This was not only Dels first time to Disney; it was his first time to ANY amusement park, ever. He had never been on a ride in his life.
The Magic Kingdom is where Del learned what it is like to be married. First we went on POTC. We had a lovely journey under a hairy leg watching the partying pirates.
We moved on to HM were we were sat on by hitchhiking ghosts. After that was a trip around a Small World.
Then we came to Space Mountain. Del followed us right in the door while DS Chris went and found a bench to sit on.
Back then Chris didnt go on fast, dropping rides.
It took Del a couple days to figure that out.
We got inside Space Mountain and stood waiting to get into our car. Del started getting curious about this ride. He asked me what it did. I told him it was a ride threw space.
He was picturing a ride like POTC or HM. He had never been on a rollercoaster before and had no idea thats what he was about to get on. I didnt volunteer any information.
During the ride I listened to hear if he was screaming, but he wasnt. He was too focused on holding on for dear life. When we got off the ride, he was pale and sweating.
I asked him if he was alright and he looked at me horrified. I took him by the arm and asked him again.
What in Gods name was THAT?!? he demanded to know.
A ride threw space.
I guess he wasnt paying attention the first time I told him that.
Next we moved on to Alien Encounter. Del was a bit jumpy from his space ride and wanted to know how fast this ride was going to be.
I assured him it wasnt a ride; it was more of a show.
I cant be trusted, I never lied, but I didnt fill in many blanks.
By the time we got to Buzz Light year Del was a mess. He did not like alien breath on the back of his neck at all.
We played this game during our entire trip. Big Thunder Mountain Railroad is just a train ride into some caves. Splash Mountain is simply a boat ride threw a bier patch.
I love taking new people to Disney World.
Del decided he wanted to stay married to me, even though I had been torturing him. The only one I really had a hard time getting him on was TOT.
I dont go on TOT, falling is never fun, it was all up to Commando Nikki and her patented boo-boo face. You know the boo-boo face, big drippy tear-filled eyes and bottom lip extended over the chin.
Del didnt want to go on TOT, but he had no defense for the boo-boo face.
He went on a ride he really didnt want to go on to make Commando Nikki happy.
I found a winner.
It was about time!
It is soooo not fair to leave people hanging on the edge of their seats waiting for your next installment. I think I love you and hate you at the same time! 
lol!
