I can’t help but laugh. Orla Brady pulled such a Mick move. My niece finagled a way to get married on the run, literally while running. She and Walt got some sort of self-uniting marriage license and asked witnesses to sign it while they ran the last leg of the marathon. She said it was a formality so she could get on Walt’s health insurance, but the wink she gave me suggests she mainly wanted to avoid the hassle of planning her own party after.

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