Of course my wedding day is memorable — especially the incident with the pants. About an hour before the ceremony the zipper on my tuxedo pants failed.
Please insert your joke here.
Anyway, I rushed out of the church and across the street to the florist shop with my best man and obtained a large safety pin to hold everything together. Just imagine if that pin had unsnapped during the service.
But as memorable as October 3, 1987 was, October 4, 1987 was even more notable. When we woke up in Saratoga the morning after the reception it was snowing. Ha! Snow in October? That can’t last long, can it?
But it did keep snowing and snowing — and later that day we were stranded on Route 20 in Rensselaer County listening to trees snap all around us in the woods. It ended up taking took six hours to get to the entrance of the Mass Pike in Lee.
It was a slippery beginning, and like in most marriages there have been a few crazy moments, but the same way we made it through the freak snowstorm we made it to twenty-five years. And these days that’s really saying something.
Congratations to you both!
Thanks… I’m shooting for 25 more!
Seems you’re keeping it all together. Congrats!
Congrats to you both . . . and I love that you are clearly showing your Long Island Pride by rocking a Marchello Brothers beard in honor of the Good Rats . . . . http://tinyurl.com/9c7t5up
Those big beards are back in again!
LOVE YOU HONEY! Here’s to another 25!
When did Mr. French snag such a babe ??