Yup. We got married on April Fool's Day. When we decided to do the deed, it was too close to Halloween, and the next inappropriate day for a wedding seemed to be April 1. It was in between our two birthdays (eight days apart) and served a variety of purposes. The date horrified our families and some friends (WIN), we would never forget our wedding anniversary (WIN), and if it didn't work out, we could tell people, "We were only kidding" (sort of a WIN).
First, we attempted to pull off a creative version of the traditional approach. We thought it would be fun to take the mickey out of the standard wedding traditions using Plain Wrap as our theme. Back in the late 70s/early 80s, Ralph's grocery store had a house brand they called Plain Wrap — white background, blue horizontal stripe, and stark black lettering indicating the product. Beer, Green Beans, Cola, Mug. You get the picture.
I was going to wear a plain white dress with a blue sash that said Bride, K. W. would wear a white suit with a similar sash that said Groom, and the cake would be a white sheet cake with a blue stripe and black Wedding Cake lettering. And so on. Hey, we were paying for it, so our money, our party, our choice.
From the reaction of our two families (and some of our friends), you would have thought we were going to ritually sacrifice kittens and puppies. That, plus the problem of even getting the two families together to talk about the wedding.... Well, we pulled the plug on the whole thing.
Our decision was to do a planned elopement. Hop in the car, drive up to the Wine Country north of San Francisco, and get married mid-honeymoon. We bought wedding clothes, picked a B&B, ordered flowers (including a boutonniere for the judge), and reserved said judge. Then we told those who suggested that they come join us — let's put it this way, kneecapping and cement shoes were mentioned. This was for us.
We got married in judge's chambers. After the ceremony, we hit a good sampling of the wineries in Sonoma. Bottom line — strangers are immensely nicer to you on your wedding day than your family ever could be. They have no agenda and just want to party with you. We scored art posters, souvenir glasses, and free bottles of wine from the wineries, had tastes of stuff usually reserved for VIPs and commercial buyers, and the young woman behind the tasting counter at Chateau St. Jean took our wedding picture in their beautiful courtyard. At the last place, Sebastiani, the wife of the man who did all their wood carvings threw open the door and yelled, "Here comes the bride." As it was the end of the day, the place was packed with people on their way home from work. Many, many toasts were made.
Today, we celebrate our thirty-second wedding anniversary.
Really good prank.
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