Eighteen years ago tomorrow, this pretty lady and me went to New Orleans on vacation. We had been dating on and off for several years and both just loved that city and loved going there. Well, after a couple of days (and several Hurricanes and Bloody Marys) we decided it would be a good idea to get married in our favorite city. We got everything in order and September 15 was the date the courthouse set for us. We went shopping the night before and got me a white shirt and cra ... wfish necktie and her a festive looking dress and some Mardi Gras style accessories. Got to the courthouse on the big day and they gave us directions to the court room where the wedding ceremony would take place. Turned out to be Juvenile Court. Yep, we got married in Juvenile Court. The janitor was my Best Man and a secretary was her Maid Of Honor. Ruth cried through the whole thing (premonition?) and I shed a tear or two myself (of joy). We walked out of the courtroom to a wedding reception of young people in orange jumpsuits wearing cuffs for jewelry. Then we went out to celebrate on Bourbon Street. I won't go into what the sun behind her did to her thin, light colored dress but, believe me, it was VERY Bourbon Street-esque. Had a great dinner at The Court Of The Two Sisters later that evening and it was one of the best meals I've ever had. And then back to The Inn On Bourbon, where we were staying. The moral of this story (as if morals have anything to do with it) is, when you get married don't be afraid to color outside the lines and do something different. Juvenile Court ain't just for juveniles anymore and janitors and secretaries make for a fine wedding party. I love the way it took place and I love the woman who went through it with me and wouldn't change either one for anything. Thanks for listening and LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULER!! bridesmaid