They were twenty year old - "all grown up". Full of optimism and independence, ready to make their own way. They'd known each other all of six months and were certain.
So they made their plans - white dress, traditional ceremony, rings... And got their first lesson in marriage: Things seldom go the way you plan them.
One of the groomsmen proved without a doubt that he certainly wasn't the "best" man when he no-showed without a word (dude. Andy - if I ever meet you, trust me, it's not gonna be pretty...). And the judge zonked out in front of Jeopardy about the time he was supposed to be heading over to the Holiday Inn, so he was tardy (and only showed up at all because the REAL best man had the wits about him to notice he hadn't arrived). The bride and groom were about two hours late to pick up their honeymoon rental boat the next day, and had to spend the night in the back of the truck.
Omens? Nah. Just real life kicking in and reminding us not everything goes smoothly. And some glitches are more suckalicious than others.
It's been 18 years today, since that old fart forgot he'd taken $200 to go marry a couple of kids on July 20th. 18 years seems like a lifetime when you're 20, but now... well, not so long. As for the "glitches", well, heck. How boring would it have been if everything went off without a hitch (no pun intended).
Happy anniversary, Jim. Toyota!