On a Friday the 13th, seven years ago, I was standing at the cash register of the Denver, Colorado Voodoo Doughnuts shop next to a woman dressed like a cat, alongside my soon-to-be brother and sister-in-law and spouse.
It had been a full day already. Earlier we had run into comedian Brian Posehn while boarding our Southwest flight from OKC and then killed our first few hours in Denver at the Museum of Nature and Science before skipping a block-long line at Voodoo to narrowly make it on time to our ceremony. $250 cash is all it takes for a legal wedding and box of doughnuts from Voodoo and, seven years later, I can say it was well-worth the investment.