"THERE WAS NO MOON. IT WASN’T June. Nor did the prospective bridegroom drop to one knee to propose marriage. In fact, virtually all the traditional romantic components were conspicuously absent in a shadowy back alley near Hollywood Boulevard shortly after 2 a.m. on March 20.
Nevertheless, that was where and when 19-year-old Drew Barrymore, acting on an impulse, informed her boyfriend of six weeks, Welsh-born Jeremy Thomas, 31, a Los Angeles bar owner, that she wanted to pledge her celebrated, thrill-packed and occasionally troubled life to him—forever.
"That’s wonderful," Thomas said, beaming. "When?"
"Now," said Drew, squeezing him tight. "Let’s do it right now."
And so it was, at shortly after 5 a.m., that the couple were married in a ceremony that looked not at all like something from Father of the Bride but very much like a sweetly wacky outtake from Reality Bites. How L.A. was this wedding? Well, it took place in Thomas’s dimly lit bar, the Room, on Cahuenga Boulevard. And the presiding official was a minister-psychic-private detective who arrived with her English bulldog, Jimmy. “He snarled at everybody,” recalls an amused Thomas. “Then he took a pee in the corner. It was quite surreal.”
“‘I know right away if it’s going to work,’ said minister-psychic-private detective Patricia Vander Weken. ‘Drew and Jeremy will be together for many lifetimes in addition to this one.’”