
Today is our 39th anniversary. (How can that be if I'm only 39 years old???)
Dom and I only dated for 5 weeks before we got married. We spent 2 of the 5 weeks determining if we should get married in Pennsylvania, where witnesses and blood tests were required, or in Maryland, where none were needed.
We decided on Maryland. There was a 48-hour waiting period, so to get married on a Saturday, we needed to get our license on Thursday. Dom had been out of town, so I picked him up at the Philadelphia airport and we drove down to Elkton, MD. We arrived at just about noon. The lady at the desk put the time on our license as 11:30 am because the court closed at noon on Saturday - thus giving us a full 30 minutes to have the ceremony performed.
On Saturday morning, we were late leaving. We stopped at a diner for breakfast, then realized we needed to get moving - fast. As we're driving along, above the speed limit, Dom got pulled over by the state police. When he explained to the officer that we were on our way to get married and had to be there by 11:30, the officer rolled his eyes and gave Dom a ticket anyway.
So now we're off. We got to the courthouse in time, then had to sit in the hallway waiting our turn. There were other couples there in various forms of dress. A few older couples in shorts and one young couple in full bridal attire with attendants. The clerk started calling in the couples by last names - Black and White, Smith and Jones. When she got to our names, I guess she didn't want to try to pronounce Pistilli so were were just called as Lynne and Dom.
We were escorted into the chambers of Mr. E. Day Moore, a sweet older gentleman. We presented our license and he started the ceremony. When he got to the part "Is there anyone present who objects to this marriage" I started to giggle. There were only the 3 of us in the room - who was going to object? Then Dom managed to drop my ring before he put it on my finger. Finally, at exactly 12 noon, we were married.
We left Elkton and headed back to Pennsylvania, stopping along the way for lunch. Dom drove to his mother's house so he could spend time with his son, John, and I took the car and went to my mother's. She didn't believe we had gotten married until I showed her the license. Dom hadn't even told his mother he was getting married. I didn't meet her until the following week, when he introduced me as a girl he was dating. I can't remember when we told her we were married, but I know that she was counting months when our first daughter was born 15 months later!
After a couple of hours, I went to get Dom and we went back to our apartment. Our neighbors had us over for a little wedding cake, then Dom and I went out for dinner - to a Gay Nineties bar where you drink beer, eat peanuts and throw the shells on the floor, and sing along to a honky-tonk piano.
Three weeks later, my mother held a reception for us at her house. She had food and a cake and our friends and family were there. Dom played bartender, got drunk, and locked us by mistake in my mother's bedroom.
We seem never to do things the "traditional" way! But it's worked for us!