Over her lunch break, Di and I went down to the county courthouse and got our marriage license. Yes, you read that right.
In a fashion true to us, we couldn't make it easy. We walked up to the courthouse, and just before entering, i remembered I had a pocketknife, and they frown on that sort of thing, so back to the car I went, and dropped off everything but my keys (took the knife off of there as well), my wallet, and my glasses. In we go, through security, only to discover that SHE has a pocketknife in her purse she forgot about, and that my wallet chains were long enough to be a potential weapon. So, off to the car SHE treks, dropping off her knife and my wallet. Back she comes, and I go through, and my boots and belt buckle set off security ANYWAY. OK, finally through security, and to the office, only to find that the department we need has moved to the buildiung next door, so we leave, go to the next building...where there is no security check. Go figure. We dealt with, frankly, the nicest civil servant that I've ever dealt with. She was an older lady, very nice, friendly, conversational, and with a good sense of humour. Damn comfy seating, too, I was impressed.
We still need to appear before the Justice of the Peace for the actual legalization of the marriage, of course, but that's pretty much a formality. So, we'll be legally married within days. Now, we are still planning the "ceremony" for Halloween 2004, and anyone that can make it is welcome, since it promises to be a party; if nothing else, everyone in attendance will be required to be in costume. But we decided there was no reason to wait for the legal end of things; we both wanted it, and we might as well be married, anyway...so now we will be.
I love you, Dianna.