44 years ago...about right now...I was pounding down Martinis or Rusty Nails.
I don't remember which.
Maybe both.
It was my last night of bachelorhood and I was observing the time old tradition of getting shitfaced.
My buddies and I had reserved rooms at Martinetti's Motel in Crystal lake, Illinois and we were at the bar. I had been forced out of the cozy apartment that I had shared with the future Miz t. by her Matron of Honor, the wife of my Best Man.
"Honey, you can't spend the night before your wedding with the bride-to-be."
Fair enough, I guess.
It was next to an elopement.
We were engaged and I had met her family, but the decision to 'do the deed' was kind of spur-of-the-moment. They were fine with that and (I think) relieved not to have to travel from Houston to Chicago. My father-in-law had already married off two other daughters.
We had their blessing.
To say that I was hungover during the nuptials the next day would be a gross understatement.
I had the mother-of-all, thermonuclear-starburst hangovers.
Dropped the prayer book during the ceremony and was afraid to bend over to pick it up.
But I did.
Anyway...this inauspicious beginning led to (so far) 44 years of a warm, loving, enjoyable partnership; one wonderful daughter; a much loved son-in-law; and two fun grandchildren.
Who could ask for anything more?
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^^^ My newest wonderful feeling saying!
That's sweet, and you are both lucky! Mazel 'trof'! 
Nice to hear about a happily married couple for so many years. Hope you have many, many more together.
A year later we bought our first house in Lakewood, about 2 blocks from the lake.
$35,000.
Two bedroom, bath and a quarter (toilet and sink off the 'master' bedroom).
When I signed that first mortgage I was scared shitless.
"Oh. My. God. I have just signed my life away."
