Amy’s parents were in town last night after a week in Charleston. We had dinner with them at the usual spot when they’re in town. As all conversations tend to lately, every topic discussed at dinner seemed to evolve in to questions of wedding planning. When are you going to buy your dress? The band is going to cost how much?! When are we going to meet Nick’s parents? The evening grew more and more frustrating, and I’m not ashamed to say that we both shed a few tears in the process.

Back in the car, Amy and I looked at each other, and, as if on cue, said, “Let’s elope!” Already spitting distance from the Mall of America, we raced to the Chapel of Love (not as bad as you think). The ceremony was surprisingly reverent and touching. More tears again! Afterwards, we toasted to our wedded bliss at the California Cafe.

We couldn’t be happier, and we look forward to celebrating with all of our friends and family soon!

Update: Indeed this was an April Fool’s gag. The first draft was funnier but would have tricked no one. Amy’s suggestion to make it more believable panned out on more than a few people. Planning is going very well, and our dinner with Amy’s parents was nothing but pleasant, as usual.