My hubby and I were married in a chapel attached to a nice restaurant. We didn't want a religious ceremony, but I did want some bells and whistles. An acquaintance (who claimed to be a minister of sorts) agreed to marry us incorporating our own philosophy and vows. To my consternation he showed up on the day wearing a weird homespun floor length white robe - very quasi-Christian and hippi-dippi. He also took it upon himself to recite one of his awful poems. Two years later I noticed that my wallet sized certificate to prove that I was married hadn't arrived. I contacted the authorities only to discover that I'd been living o'er the brush for those two years - the beggar hadn't bothered to register our marriage! It took a visit to a notary public and several hoops jumped through before I could rectify the situation
