Mimi & Brian Tie the Knot!
Nearly Legal
We're legal (almost)!
Mimi took Monday off and we headed down to Toledo. It was a beautiful, bright sunny day downtown. The Toledoans were bustling about on their lunch hours as we approached the imposing and beautiful Lucas County Courthouse.
Upon entering, we were treated to a security check, had our bags and phones inspected, and proceeded through a metal detector. Ah, then the cold, grey halls of the courthouse welcomed us, echoing of embezzlements, trial lawyers, hung juries, and DUI's. How romantic! We boarded the elevator and proceeded to the 2nd floor, where the Marriage Licensing and Mental Health offices are located next to each other ... coincidence?
Keeping with the joyous spirit, we entered a room where you're not even greeted ... only confronted with a sign indicating to sit and wait to be called. And that we did, with the others waiting ... 3 couples on two small benches. Given the atmosphere, we all chose to awkwardly avoid each other on this would-be/should-be gregarious moment.
Finally, our moment came as a voice out-of-sight called us over to a cubicle plastered with post-its and photos of NFL football players. Right-hands raised, we swore that we're not related in any way (even if we might sometimes look like it). We also swore that we've never been married before ... not to the mob, our job, or god. (again, is it a coincidence that marriage should begin with so much swearing?)
Don't get me wrong, the clerk was indeed friendly and smiling, much in the same manner as those clerks at the DMV. Of course, she had much to be happy about ... midway through our interview, a co-worker stopped by an offered a candy bar, "one of the new ones in the machine", which she opened and tried out with satisfactory result.
And that was that! Handing over our 50 bucks cash, we received the guv'ments official OK to wed, procreate, file our taxes together, request conjugal visits, whatever we want ... the world will soon be ours!
Ah, sweet bliss!
*B*
Mimi took Monday off and we headed down to Toledo. It was a beautiful, bright sunny day downtown. The Toledoans were bustling about on their lunch hours as we approached the imposing and beautiful Lucas County Courthouse.
Upon entering, we were treated to a security check, had our bags and phones inspected, and proceeded through a metal detector. Ah, then the cold, grey halls of the courthouse welcomed us, echoing of embezzlements, trial lawyers, hung juries, and DUI's. How romantic! We boarded the elevator and proceeded to the 2nd floor, where the Marriage Licensing and Mental Health offices are located next to each other ... coincidence?
Keeping with the joyous spirit, we entered a room where you're not even greeted ... only confronted with a sign indicating to sit and wait to be called. And that we did, with the others waiting ... 3 couples on two small benches. Given the atmosphere, we all chose to awkwardly avoid each other on this would-be/should-be gregarious moment.
Finally, our moment came as a voice out-of-sight called us over to a cubicle plastered with post-its and photos of NFL football players. Right-hands raised, we swore that we're not related in any way (even if we might sometimes look like it). We also swore that we've never been married before ... not to the mob, our job, or god. (again, is it a coincidence that marriage should begin with so much swearing?)
Don't get me wrong, the clerk was indeed friendly and smiling, much in the same manner as those clerks at the DMV. Of course, she had much to be happy about ... midway through our interview, a co-worker stopped by an offered a candy bar, "one of the new ones in the machine", which she opened and tried out with satisfactory result.
Ah, sweet bliss!
*B*
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