When DH and I got married in 2002, we had both "been there, done that" and were in our forties. We had a friend who was a JP and also managed a pawn shop.
So we got the rings from him, enlisted one old pal as a witness and got married on a Sunday morning on the street corner that used to house the bar where we met in 1974. Jeans and white shirts were the order of the day.
What we had NOT counted on was that it was the day all the college students were moving into their dorms! They were all stopping to watch and comment- and their parents were trying to drag them and their belongings away!
After brunch at Alex's, (IHOP was packed), we came home and called all the relatives and friends with the notice. Mom was pretty upset, silently cold- and she got over it within 3 days. She later told me she was glad she didn't have to deal with it, and that she was so happy DH and I had finally learned to get along!
So get married in the way that most makes the two of you happy. Be considerate of others, but don't let them run roughshod over you.
And may you have many, many years of happiness and blessings!
Edited because the brain works faster than the fingers.