So we went to Key West this weekend and had the Best. Wedding. Ever.
The ceremony was performed at the West Martello in Key West, which is a lovely, lovely spot, and we were joined by manhattan, canby, vix, SuaSponte, thinksnow and his not-yet-a-Doper GF, along with assorted family and RL friends. The reception afterward was a sunset cruise, which was really quite nice, if I do say so myself. Everyone said they enjoyed it, anyway.
We got an unexpected bonus day in Key West due to some car trouble, and now we’re back home relaxing.
I’ve been practicing a few new phrases:
This is my husband, Bill.
Where has that husband of mine got to?
I’d like you to meet my husband.
I’m very pleased with my new husband.
Is there a “how-we-two-dopers-met” story that you’d be willing to share? (Or that is recounted elsewhere?) Mr. Nosy is just wondering how these things happen. (Not that I’m shopping around…)