The Follow Up.

Bourbon Street, 2008.

I was naive to think my “Big Ass Beers” post would be the final say in regards to my marriage to Sonia. In the past few years I have become accustomed to a text or a Facebook “like” as the only response to a life moment. Today, my sister, Michelle, actually called me to congratulate us. Unfortunately she also asked for a few details of the wedding and I gave her nothing. At the time I couldn’t articulate why, so I probably hurt her feelings. But, let me try to explain. We didn’t have a wedding. After seventeen years (four years away from three seven year itches), a wedding would’ve been an unnecessary speed bump in our life. I mean, we’re empty nesters for heaven’s sake. The fact of the matter is, we just didn’t want the noise, so we eloped. It was a private moment that acknowledged where we have been and where we are going. We’ve been happy and grateful to share our lives with our friends and family, but as the author of my own life story, I want this chapter to consist of five words. We eloped in New Orleans.