Friday, June 10, 2005
further embarrassment for my parents
Today is their 33rd wedding anniversary. I'm only 31, so it was a legitimate wedding.
Dad is four years older than Mom. When they were dating, he was a slick Italian boy (presumably he had hair then) with a fast car who had already graduated from high school and had a job...my grandmother (this one) was just thrilled at the prospect of my Mom marrying him. She wore black to their wedding in the Catholic church, and cried the entire way through it—not because of joy, either. Frankly, I think everyone was surprised she actually went.
Today is their 33rd wedding anniversary. I'm only 31, so it was a legitimate wedding.
Dad is four years older than Mom. When they were dating, he was a slick Italian boy (presumably he had hair then) with a fast car who had already graduated from high school and had a job...my grandmother (this one) was just thrilled at the prospect of my Mom marrying him. She wore black to their wedding in the Catholic church, and cried the entire way through it—not because of joy, either. Frankly, I think everyone was surprised she actually went.
