I got married, every time, in the courthouse.
Once in front of the JP in his house with two witnesses.
Once at my club, with 50 attendees, a cake, a pianist and a flautist and champagne brunch, less than 1K rings and all.
I remember all the wartime marriages and all the regular middle class marriages of the past:
A good suit, a hat and gloves and a corsage, a negative Wasserman, two rings and a license. Held at the local church, the courthouse, at the JP’s or in a friend’s living room.