Elizabeth Gilbert convinced me that I could get married without losing myself or my feminist credibility, and all of a sudden I found myself in a white dress and veil, getting married.
No seriously. That’s how it happened. And it only required 1.5 tablets of Valium!
It was a small, low-key, backyard affair, and it was absolutely perfect.
As far as I can tell, I have not lost myself or my feminist credibility. It would seem that my deep-seated fear of marriage was unfounded, although I think it helps that I married the coolest guy around.
If you feel the burning desire to give me something to commemorate the occasion, this would be the place to do so.
Congratulations!