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December 16, 2006

Going to the Chapel

I guess it would be more accurate to say we're going to the courthouse, but in any case, David and I are getting married. My friend Elizabeth called me out on the cryptic hints I've been dropping over the past few weeks, so I'll come right out with the details. We have set the date for noon on January 3 at the Chelsea Courthouse. It will be a small ceremony -- just family -- but we will have a celebratory bash at our house in May (when the weather is warm enough to party outside). If you are reading this, you are invited, so save the date: Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend!

I applied for the license last Monday and picked it up yesterday. It was a pretty easy process, once I got ahold of our three forms of ID. The application asked for our names, addresses, and birthplaces, along with our parents' names and birthplaces. There were no essay questions, asking why we wanted to get married, how many children we planned to have, or how we would deal with various marital disasters. I did, however, have to read a page from the Michigan Civil Code telling me that it is illegal to marry a relative, that I can't get married if I'm already married, and that people with untreated cases of syphilis or gonorrhea can't get married. Then I had to raise my right hand and swear that, to the best of my knowledge, David and I aren't related, already married, or infected with syphilis or gonorrhea. The woman at the County Clerk's office had me double-check all the information on the form, reminding me that if there are any mistakes, we will need a court order to change them later, and sent me away with a brochure about HIV and STDs. While I think it is fantastic that Washtenaw County is doing its part to help prevent the spread of HIV and STDs, the effort seems a bit mistimed: for most people, getting married is the end of having to worry about these diseases, not the beginning.

When I picked up the license yesterday, the same woman congratulated me, gave me a set of instructions to give to the officiator telling him where to sign (I presume he already knows how to do it, given that he is a judge), and instructions for me on how to change my name. So I guess we are all set. I did become a bit nervous, however, when I read at the bottom of the instruction form that the county of Washtenaw wishes me the best on my marriage. It almost felt like a challenge: "good luck, you'll need it."

Posted by eklanche at December 16, 2006 08:21 AM


Congratulations! I'm so happy for both of you!

Posted by: jpstamat at December 17, 2006 12:56 PM

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