Zwerglipatch June 30, 2011 4:29 p.m.
Yesterday, René and I announced our engagement. Thus far, we have heard nothing but congratulations — even from our parents. Of course, why would we hear otherwise? I suppose some people are crass enough to make an evil comment to our face. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. Those are the people we can easily ignore. And, we do.
Our wedding will be more of an elopement which is what I told everyone. No fuss. No stress. No messing up invites and protocol. It will be interesting. I didn’t think I would ever be officially married. When this happens, René and I can submit joint New York State tax returns. Now, isn’t that wildly romantic?
My Mother told me, “...this venture of marriage will lead to bumpy roads.” I thought, “Mom, during the past three decades, we have travelled on many roads with many potholes.” But, I said nothing. I believe my Mother thought of what newspapers like New Hampshire’s “Manchester Union Leader” will say. To that, I answer: Who cares? I’m sure my Mother also expects the pistol-packing Sarah Palin-types to shoot at us which is a valid concern. No matter. We survived high school. We survived Manhattan which was a concern of both of our Mothers. Marriage will be more of the same which we have lived for over thirty years. Thirty-one years of domicile grit and bliss.
