Never let it be said that a hipster places hipness over sentimentality.
Today is my 27th wedding anniversary, so I’m playing “our song” to commemorate the day. It was a gloomy March day in San Diego when we left town for points east, but the clouds lifted almost immediately as we drove out of the mountains on I-8. We had already procured an Arizona marriage license, as we had originally planned a small wedding at the Officer’s club at Ft. Huachuca, AZ. When the planning became too overwhelming, we simply skipped town with two friends as witnesses, and found a wedding chapel in Yuma, AZ.
I’ll be honest; it wasn’t the wedding of my dreams, but it was certainly fun and memorable, and the marriage has lasted. That’s the important part anyway, if you ask me. I know of too many marriages that kicked off with lavish weddings and ended in a courtroom.
Here’s where the schmaltz comes in. Today, I play our song, which, I’m sure, is the song of just about anyone who became a couple in 1982: Journey‘s Open Arms.
Here’s to another 27 years and to never going our separate ways.