So! back in 1981, Parris left Portland, Oregon for Santa Fe, and moved in with me in my old house on Declovina Street. We’ve been together ever since, for good times and bad, a move or two, more cons and road trips and adventures than either of us can remember now in our advanced old age.
After thirty years, we finally decided that maybe this relationship was going to work out after all.
So on the evening of February 15, we finally made it official, and married in front of our hearth at our home here in Santa Fe. The hearth is Lannister red, but the bride wore Tyrell colors. Unlike most Westerosi weddings, no one was killed and only tears of joy were shed.
(I can hear some of you saying !˜What took you so long?’ What can I say? I’m slow. With writing and with!¦ ah!¦ other things. )
Parris and I have been very very lucky. In each other, in our friends, and in the prosperity we’ve enjoyed over the past few years. There’s very little we need in the way of gifts, flowers, etc. So if you would like to give us a wedding gift, please consider making a donation to the one of these charities. They all do good work, and have more need of your largesse than we do.
A small (very small, our living room is not that big) group of friends and loved ones bore witness to the nuptials, and joined us afterwards for a celebratory feast.
Here’s a few more pix from the event.
(We respectfully ask those who would like to spread this news to link back
to our LJs and photos rather than lifting the text and pix and using them elsewhere).
We are so happy to share the news with all our friends, old and new, the friends we have yet to meet, and with all of my (George’s) readers. And now we’ve off for a six-month Honeymoon trip around the world. See you when we get back.
(no, no, no, just kidding. GRRM will be honeymooning on Skull Island, I promise)
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