| Crissy ( @ 2009-06-30 12:45:00 |
| Current location: | work |
| Current mood: | weary |
| Entry tags: | my wedding |
How Many Lives Are Living Strange?
Sorry for the no-post yesterday; I was trying to do a day's worth of work in a morning, because Marvel and I took a half a day so we could go for our marriage license.
There isn't much I can say about that. Part of it was nerve-wracking, my marriage (me? Really?) is coming up so fast that it's starting to hit me in the face like a punching bag (Weebels wobble, but they don't fall down). Part of it was depressing; the young girls there with their nine-month bellies swollen out underneath white sundresses, clutching their cheap fake flower bouquets in one hand while clutching their miserable-looking grooms with the other. (Please don't think I'm condemning young marriage, young pregnancy, getting married while pregnant, or out-of-wedlock pregnancy; I am condemning anyone who feels they have to get married. You don't. You can work something else out. You're going to be miserable.) Part of it was fascinating; is that beautiful Chinese woman in the glorious red cheong sam (which must've been spray painted on) marrying that young handsome white guy for citizenship, or for love? What on earth is that middle aged black woman doing marrying that young Korean guy--but they look ecstatic. Wow, that curly-haired girl in the white sundress with her best girlfriend in the red sundress as maid of honor, and the two men accompanying them in casual suits sure look happy; they have the right idea.
Then there was the fun of getting our number called and our information reviewed; Marvel has the same real name as his father (who I've referred to as "Billy Batson" on here) so Billy's information popped up when searching Marvel's record, but there was no problem there. It was just a little surreal. And the only time I started giggling out of pure nerves was when the alias section came up blank for Marvel; somehow, I really, really wanted to mention that he's also known as Ghetto Lou, but was sane enough to realize that that was a really, really bad idea.
I'm just really sick to death of anything wedding related and there's still so much to do. But, really, the groom, the officiant, and the license are all that is required to get legally married, so as long as one of us doesn't lose our heads and take off for Bali (anyone have a spare ticket to Indonesia?), we should be set.
weary