Chapel-Heart of Reno Wedding

Sad to see you are closed. 7 years ago we were married at the chapel. Loved the limo ride and sweet «corny» décor. I wouln’t have changed a thing. It was perfect. Love The Morgan’s

My love story is called «Love in the Footnotes.» This boy from the West Coast submitted his piece to my [ — ] journal. I was his editor. I was smitten by his punctuation, sentence structure and mad intelligence. I had a raging crush (cerebral brain sex kind of crush) on a boy I had never laid eyes on.
I was destined to move to NYC or DC upon graduation from grad school. A twist of fate landed me in the Bay Area — my best friend from grad school (AK) convinced me to move to the Bay upon graduation in my final semester.
So of course we trekked out to the Bay for Spring Break. Luck had it that and AK I were in the same city as hubby for Spring Break. We threw a party and decided that I would cook a Bengali feast for friends. I had the perfect excuse to invite over hubby to our party, to go over his article after the party of course. I invited him and he came. I found out later that I too had piqued hubby’s interest (through the emails hashing out footnotes and other nerdy issues). We had never met in person or seen pics prior to the dinner party.
The doorbell rang and AK went to answer the door. My head was in the stove checking on the basmati rice. I discovered that hubby was in the kitchen as soon as I closed the oven door. I was taken back by his dashing good looks. I tried to talk to him all night but he played coy. After the party I finally got an opportunity to sit next to him. His voice was sweet and sincere. He didn’t talk about himself or boast about his accomplishments. He was completely down to earth and mellow. My little author was a shy cutie.
Fast forward a few months…
AK and I moved to the Bay. Hubby and I had not spoken in this time period. I got caught up with finals and packing, plus his article had been published, I no longer had the footnotes excuse. AK and I called up hubby to hang out on a Friday night, soon after we moved to the Bay. AK and I hung out with hubby and 2 of his buddies. The night ended with holding hands and a Punjabi tongue in my mouth.
The next day I went to Williams-​Sonoma with AK in San Francisco. Hubby called me. No games. This is what he said, «I really enjoyed spending time with you last night. I hope I didn’t monopolize your time.» He had me at «monopolize.»
That to me my friends is anti-​game.
He left for DC for 2 months and we fell in love through love emails. He returned to Cali and we dated for one month and he popped the question. He took my hand at [ — ] School parking lot and casually asked, «marry me?» His eyes reflected honesty, sincerity and blissful happiness. I didn’t even have to think about the question. I immediately said, «Yes!» We got in the car, a beat up white Toyota Corolla that had seen better years, and headed for Reno, NV. This is before I realized I had food allergies, so we stopped at McDonald’s for a quick bite to eat. We shared a sundae, quarter-​pounder, and fries. He drove and I fed him spoonfuls of ice-​cream and dipped his quarter-​pounder in bbq sauce. It was messy and we went through a lot of napkins, but it was fun. I wore a pair of jeans, a red long sleeved T and flip-​flops. He wore beige shorts, a t-​shirt and sneakers. We bought a pair of rings for $ 30 (for the both of us, which later turned green) that the chapel was selling. We made vows to each other in private, a minute before midnight. It was a lovely, private affair.
The chapel was very cheesy (an understatement). The staff or minister was this elderly adorable gentlemen. This is definitely an elopement, didn’t plan sh*t, kind of chapel. There’s no high end service. But I reckon, you go to Las Vegas for the glitz. But, I don’t feel like I missed out on anything on my wedding day. It’s been almost 5 years of wedded bliss.
NOTE: A marriage license must be purchased for $ 55 at the Marriage License Bureau. The government office closes at midnight (we barely made it).