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Yesterday, Shawn and I went down to the Public Health Department to apply for our marriage license. Unlike the straight couples who were also there, ours won't be issued until the law comes into effect on August 1, 2013. (They can pick theirs up after a five day waiting period.)
Being who Shawn is, we'd checked out the marriage license on-line. It's probably easier than almost any other government form. There are no tricky questions: just your name, address, and the usual things like social security number. There's a space for your name change, if you want one. And a part where you have to swear you haven't committed any recent felonies (note use of the word RECENT.) Shawn let me be applicant #1. (I was thinking we'd have to flip for it.)
For whatever reason, the process was slow. We were number 61, and when we came in they were on 55. It took so long we worried about our parking meter. So, of course, when Mason and I went to go add quarters, they called a bunch of numbers and we almost missed our turn.
The clerk who processed our application took her job VERY seriously. Given that there's really NOTHING to the form she checked it over super-dooper carefully, like, I don't know, we were applying for a bank loan. Then, she seriously held up our drivers' licenses and STUDIED OUR FACES. This baffled me because I couldn't quite understand what difference it would make if I was faking out a marriage. I suppose if we were changing our names in some way, we could be spies assuming a new identity, but it doesn't take effect until after we're married... so, it was weird. Anyway, we also had to swear we weren't related, which, considering we already reproduced, seems like a closing the barn door after the horses are out sort of thing... not to mention the fact that currently there's no way for us to co-mingle our genetic material anyway. Though, afterwards, I considered the fact that there's no genetic consequence to a lesbian marrying her lesbian sister, it is still kind of squicky.
I dunno.
Anyway, that's done! Now we just have to figure out the rest. We're leaning more and more towards a simple, private deal in August so I can get insurance ASAP and then taking our time and doing up a proper wedding once we have time to plan and organize.
As a bonus, we'll have several this summer to experience and decide what among them we liked and didn't like.
I'm considering quite seriously becoming a member of the Czech Slovak association (as I am partly Czech) because they have a really nice, fairly cheap hall for rental. If nothing else their newsletter made them seem extremely charming.
So, yay?
Being who Shawn is, we'd checked out the marriage license on-line. It's probably easier than almost any other government form. There are no tricky questions: just your name, address, and the usual things like social security number. There's a space for your name change, if you want one. And a part where you have to swear you haven't committed any recent felonies (note use of the word RECENT.) Shawn let me be applicant #1. (I was thinking we'd have to flip for it.)
For whatever reason, the process was slow. We were number 61, and when we came in they were on 55. It took so long we worried about our parking meter. So, of course, when Mason and I went to go add quarters, they called a bunch of numbers and we almost missed our turn.
The clerk who processed our application took her job VERY seriously. Given that there's really NOTHING to the form she checked it over super-dooper carefully, like, I don't know, we were applying for a bank loan. Then, she seriously held up our drivers' licenses and STUDIED OUR FACES. This baffled me because I couldn't quite understand what difference it would make if I was faking out a marriage. I suppose if we were changing our names in some way, we could be spies assuming a new identity, but it doesn't take effect until after we're married... so, it was weird. Anyway, we also had to swear we weren't related, which, considering we already reproduced, seems like a closing the barn door after the horses are out sort of thing... not to mention the fact that currently there's no way for us to co-mingle our genetic material anyway. Though, afterwards, I considered the fact that there's no genetic consequence to a lesbian marrying her lesbian sister, it is still kind of squicky.
I dunno.
Anyway, that's done! Now we just have to figure out the rest. We're leaning more and more towards a simple, private deal in August so I can get insurance ASAP and then taking our time and doing up a proper wedding once we have time to plan and organize.
As a bonus, we'll have several this summer to experience and decide what among them we liked and didn't like.
I'm considering quite seriously becoming a member of the Czech Slovak association (as I am partly Czech) because they have a really nice, fairly cheap hall for rental. If nothing else their newsletter made them seem extremely charming.
So, yay?