Not for real. As a joke. No legal stuff involved.
But there was a ring involved. And flowers.
I married Best Friend. In a garden on our campus. At 10:00 at night.
The Bride wore a short, low-cut red dress. The groom (other bride?) wore a jacket and jeans.
Because we’re classy.
To sum things up, it was magical, but some of the magic was probably lost when the Bride took the Best (wo)Man home at 4 a.m.
If you want a more detailed post, you should probably check out Best Friend’s post on the night’s shenanigans, http://brealsoskates.wordpress.com/2009/08/08/hookups/.
But, yeah. On my “wedding night,” I made out with someone else while still in the same room as the person I’d just married.