‘Another anniversary celebrated in singular style’
Dude Man and I didn’t have a reception when we were married. We didn’t even have a wedding. Not really. We pledged our troth in front of a Unitarian minister in the United Nations nondenominational chapel with our parents as witnesses.
But, barely-boned wedding be darned, we are indeed married, and have been for 36 years. Thirty-seven years tomorrow. You can read all about this long-ago non-event — and our Carvel wedding cake — in “Winning the Dude-A-Thon.”
Back then we decided it would be smart — and financially prudent — to blow our teensy wedding budget on the honeymoon and have a party for our friends when we returned.
Well, that didn’t happen. (The party, not the honeymoon. The honeymoon was fab. We spent part of it in a palace in Morocco owned by Malcolm Forbes. Yes, you can read about that in “Malcolm and the Duchess.”) And then we thought we’d have a first-year anniversary party. Don’t worry; you didn’t get invited because that didn’t happen either. Neither did the fifth-anniversary party. Or the tenth. Twenty-fifth? Uh-uh.
Nope. No parties. If two’s company and three’s a crowd, I guess you’d say we’ve had company for our anniversary every single year.
We don’t really mind. We like each other’s company. And, yes, we really do like weddings. Other people’s weddings. (Dig into “I Do, I Do, I Really Do Like Weddings” for some nice nuptial examples.)
Speaking of Other People’s Weddings, we have a very special one coming up fairly soon. Her Childness, as you may have read here in “How On Earth Did THIS Happen?” is (gasp) getting married. And she’s not even a Child Bride. (See “Never Trust Anyone Over Thirty” for that stupefying story.)
Many friends have showered me with congratulations, and with well-meaning questions like: “Where/when will the wedding be?” “What is the color scheme?” “What are you wearing?” culminating sometimes with “Oh, what fun! You get to plan a wedding!“
To which I reply, “Wherever/whenever they decide” or “I have no idea, though I’m guessing not black,” “Anything that goes with my tiara,” culminating sometimes with “Hey, it’s not my wedding!”
So, are Dude Man and I celebrating all by our lonesomes again this year? Looks that way. Aside from the fact that 37 years is no Big Anniversary Deal celebration-marker-wise, we have the pandemic as a skip-the-party excuse. Stay tuned for 40. But don’t buy a gift yet. And don’t hold your breath.
New York City. March 2021
7 thoughts on “Party of Two”
Happy anniversary! Our 33rd is coming up, and we don’t do parties much either. 🙂
Hey there Debra! Happy Anniversary! The way I see it, if you’ve been together as long as we have, you make your own party. Have a great one! ?
I always LOVE reading your stories. Happy anniversary!! ❤️
And I LOVE following you on Instagram! Thank you for the anniversary wishes and for sharing your family’s adventures xoxo
Such fun photos! Happy Anniversary–hope it was swell. We never do parties, either, though I’ve been saving up pandemic anniversary getaway rain checks–2 now!–and so I’m looking forward to going some place nice. Probably just Annapolis, right up the road, for a night or two, but anywhere is better than these walls I’ve been staring at for 13 months!
I hear you on staring at walls! Because we’re both Older Than Dirt, we’ve been vaccinated and we’re actually Going Out (!) tonight for our anniversary dinner. Believe you me, I can hardly wait to eat a meal Not Cooked By Me! Thank you for your anniversary wishes — here’s hoping you make it “up the road” soon xoxo