After having lunch Friday with Lauria and hearing her story of trying to find an officiant for her wedding, I realized that my marriages have been a little odd from an officiant perspective.
My first was Jewish wedding at Wolfgang Pucks restaurant at Sunset and Crescent Heights in West Hollywood. The restaurant is no longer there, I think it’s now a Pei Wei. Across the courtyard was a guitar center and upstairs was a fitness center. You all probably know the fitness center as it has an escalator leading up to it. It was an interesting place for an introvert to get married. I felt like I was in a fish bowl.
Wedding two was in my backyard in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago. Our officiant was a nice lesbian lady. She was very nice.. very efficient. Kept it very simple and didn’t tell anyone to use the word obey once.
For some reason, I had a memory that the officiant for my wedding with Marie was a woman too.. but I was wrong. It was a fairly unmemorable guy named Jeffrey (according to Marie). I suppose there’s a picture of him in my current home standing with Marie and me. In any case, it was a quiet ceremony with a few family and friends on hand here at the house before we headed off for a reception at a local restaurant. The only thing I’d have changed is that I would have taken the time to cook something myself. That would have been more memorable. (Although, lunch was quite tasty.)
At the end of the day, I’d say that I’m ahead of the wedding curve. 100% of all of my marriages that have ended have ended in divorce, so I’m helping maintain marriage success statistics in spite of so many of you long time happily married folks. My current marriage doesn’t have a final disposition, so it doesn’t count from a metric perspective. (For the record, I think I’ve finally done something right and I don’t have any desire or anticipation that Marie and I will end up a bottom line statistic.)