Mr. Mallard and I have very different senses of style. He has a good eye and likes keeping up with the world, while I just like green and / or quirky things.
I was down in Washington running errands, and wanted to get a tie. I spent an hour choosing a nice shirt and tie, and then skyped him from the McDonald’s parking lot to show him. "Well, it’s not what I would have chosen. . . " he said. So I went away, had lunch, and realized that although I disagreed about the tie, he had a point about the shirt. So I took them back (the tie also had a stain) and looked at several hundred other ties. I wanted something between “corporate drone” and “Jerry Garcia,” surprisingly hard to find. Finally I found one I really loved at JC Penney. When I brought it back home, I was already a little insecure and we had a little pre-wedding-tension moment (=fight). In frustration, he said, “it’s fine, but it looks like something a 75-year-old vacuum cleaner salesman from Topeka would wear.” He apologized, sort of, by saying that he’d never actually been to Topeka! Afterwards we thought the whole thing was really funny, and so that’s how I think of the tie. We found the shirt for it together the next day.
No rice (or birdseed): it was a very simple wedding, just us and two old friends as witnesses. The cake was supplied by the restaurant where we married. We had lunch (burger for me, halibut burger for the Mr.), and then they brought us a strawberry / mascarpone / phyllo thing, which was delicious.
Congratulations! You both look very happy. While I may not agree with your choice of attire (or either tie) I will defend to the death your right to be legally married while wearing them. May your tie be the worst thing you ever fight about.
I’m afraid I disapprove of this strenuously. You’ve seriously damaged the sanctity of the institution of marriage by your actions. I mean, really. Wearing that tie. What were you thinking?
Congratulations on the actual getting-married thing though.