Apr
01
2009

April 1, 1978

A Toast

Thirty-one years ago, Michael and I were married with about 75 guests in a beautiful contemporary church in Indianapolis.  The church was famous for its pipe-organ that accompanied my grandfather’s gorgeous baritone voice.  Oh, how he could sing!  I was so proud of him.

Yes, the tuxedoes look tacky now (it was the 70’s what can I say?), but still Michael was so handsome with his beautiful blue eyes gazing into mine when we said our vows. *swoon*

My sister, Tracie, who was in high school at the time, made my gown from a very complicated Vogue pattern.  It was satin and lace, and all of the hand-sewing was done by Mom.  It was the kind of gown I’d always dreamed of wearing.

I think the ceremony was only about 10 minutes, just long enough to get the job done!  We had cake and punch in the church basement.  After that, we were off to the clubhouse where my sister and brother-in-law lived for a reception/beer party, though, not until I got three of my fingers slammed in the car door!  My fingers hurt for weeks after that!  I wanted to cry like a baby, but I didn’t.

Michael and I had been buying LP’s especially for the party.  I remember a couple of them now, “The Commodores” (with the songs, “Brick House” and “Easy”) and Billy Joel’s “The Stranger”.  Of course we had our favorites The Allman Brothers and Lynyrd Skynyrd.  We had a keg of beer, sodas, and a 6 foot long submarine sandwich.  Mom made a bunch of salads, aunts and uncles brought dishes to serve too.  It was windy, but warm and sunny so we could go outside and enjoy the weather.  Just the weekend before, most of the Midwest had been hit by a horrible ice storm. 

Most of our guests had driven over from Carlinville, Illinois and were staying at The Red Roof Inn on the south side of Indy.  When the party was over, we all headed down there for more partying!  Michael and I didn’t stay that long, but we could tell there were going to be some wild times at The Red Roof Inn because Busch beer-bottle labels were already being papered on the walls of one room.  We found out later that the manager came to my father-in-laws room and asked him to stop the partying going on in room 135.  He responded by saying “Hey, they are 21 years old, you  go tell them…”  Needless to say he went back to the front desk and didn’t say another word.  

Michael and I then headed to our room for “our”night at the airport Hilton.  He’d bought us the “Honeymoon” deal.  We checked in, got to our room, and waited for the dude to bring us our champagne and roses.  We waited… and waited…, and after about 40 minutes it was just too much!  It was “business time”.

We got busy snuggling, and just as things were getting really fun, there was a knock on the door.   Then the door was opening!  

Michael scrambled from the bed.   I got under the covers with only my eyes peering out!  He sprinted to the door  to keep the dumbass out of the room, grabbed a towel, and told the guy, “Uh, I’m kinda buck-ass naked here.  What do you want?”  Dumbass Dude says, “I’m here to deliver the champagne and roses that you ordered.”  and therefore let the dude in to deliver the champagne while he hid behind the door!!!  

There was my new husband, standing behind the door while the idiot bell boy brings in the good stuff.  Suffice it to say the only one that got a “tip” that night was me… :-)

And thus it began.  And what a wonderful and warm ride it has been !

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