Licensed

Added to the list of sentences I never thought I would utter, but have now: "Yesterday, we went down to pick up our wedding license." My, the world we live in.

City hall here is not particularly well air-conditioned, so it was a wee bit stuffy in the clerk's office and the pace was leisurely, but I was happy to be there. I have to admit, R Man and I have both been rather ambivalent about this whole thing. Why are we getting married after all these years together? Turns out the basic answer is "Cause we can."

So there we were, along with plenty other poofs aiming down the aisle. Of the dozen or so other couples we saw there, only one was apparently heterosexual. The very nice chica at the counter assured us that same sex couples were always better looking. Well, duh. I have to say I was not impressed with the boys who were wearing calla lilies as boutonnieres (calla lilies?) but still.

So our actual wedding is September 25 and it turns out the most difficult thing is finding a place for lunch afterwards. So San Francisco.