Saturday, August 25, 2007

195/365 You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere

Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

Twenty-one years ago today, I got legally married. It was the justice-of-the-peace (or is that piece?) wedding, our first wedding, the one down at the Rockville courthouse with one witness. The JP’s name was Bass, and afterward, we rented a canoe and went bass fishing on the Potomac.

It was a Monday. We were playing hooky.

Before we got married, during the long-distance times, this Bob Dylan song was one Tim turned me onto. It always makes me think of him, and how much I love him, and how lucky I am.

Here’s Roger McGuinn (of the Byrds) and the Rock Bottom Remainders, with Steve Martin sittin’ in on banjo.

5 comments:

Bridgett said...

happy anniversary--I'm intrigued by "our first wedding"--did you make the rounds, getting married in various spots?

Indigo Bunting said...

We had a wedding in October. The JP thing was just me, Tim, and my sis. Got the legalities out of the way...and now get to celebrate twice a year.

Bridgett said...

I had never heard of anyone doing that before, and you're the third in two weeks who mentioned it. I mean, I knew people who eloped, and years later made it "church official", or folks waiting on annulments or pregnancies to work their way out, etc. But not the two month break thing.

I have friends getting married in the park with a JP in September, and then in the church in October. I suspect she'd like it to be a handfasting (pagan) in the park, but he's too inhibited. And when I mentioned this to another friend, she admitted this is what they did, too--about two months apart, two weddings.

Mine was such a to-do, I couldn't have done two.....

Mrs Slocombe said...

sweet sweet song for a savoured moment

Mali said...

Congratulations! So great that you're still thanking your lucky stars for the best Tim.

I have relatives who did the legal wedding/big family wedding separately - quite common in Asia. But I never know which anniversary I'm supposed to remember. Not that they remember ours!