Twenty years ago H and I eloped in a tiny and completely empty adobe chapel.
I'd left work the day before, kissing my workmates goodbye and whispering in their ears that I was off to get married.
No one believed me.
That's was ok, I hadn't invited anyone anyway. I just laughed and said they were right...I wasn't getting married. They were confused.
I'm such a brat.
The minister married us in a quick ceremony and after that we were off on our weekend honeymoon.
We stayed in a cheesy B & B on a coastal town in California, but we didn't care.
It had a bed and that's all that mattered.