We have very little requirements in the way of locating a Justice of the Peace.
1) Must be non-denominational since X and I are basically atheists.
2) Must be open and willing to performing same-sex marriages. No, this is not when I unveil that X is really a female. But, I strongly believe that anyone should be able to marry anyone else and so I want to know that our JP won’t deny anyone else the right and privilege of being married because of who they want to marry.
Doing a ceremony in the town in which I grew up has some really funny townies sort of things that crop up. I found a list of town approved Justices of the Peace. I forwarded said list to my parents and said, “By chance, anyone on here an enemy?” See, in addition to living in this town for 40 years, my dad was also a lawyer for most of those years. And he found himself on the opposite side of the courtroom with, well, everyone. Oh the times bumping into people in town and hearing “I sued that bastard,” or having the doorbell ring and being forced to hide in the dark because my dad was going to be subpoenaed. Or his client was. Can you imagine how bad that would be if I randomly picked one of them to marry me to X? “Well well well, I’ve been waiting for 38 years Mr. Velvet’s Dad. You’ve been served!”
Anyway, after I sent this email to Gloom and Doom, I continued perusing the list. Several names jumped out at me but I couldn’t place who they were or how I knew them. This of course means that I could never pick any of these people because, Pete DiLeo, I don’t know if I dated you, or my slutty friend did, but I can’t risk you showing up to marry me to X and busting out with some story about a broken heart, a broken marriage and a broken car window.
Then I see it. There it is. Even the phone number is vaguely familiar from when I called it. So I texted K.
“OMG OMG OMG, only you can appreciate this. I’m looking for a JP in CT and Teresa’s dad is on here! Remember when I had that fight with him?”
K texts back, “Yeah, to tell him to get his psycho daughter off your back and to leave you and your boyfriend alone!”
Then I drew a blank. I remember the call. I remember it was to tell the girl off and her dad picked up. But a boyfriend? Huh? I texted back and said, “I cringe to ask, but which boyfriend was this?” K had to enlighten me. I forgot most of those details. You know, when you move away from your hometown, and then move several times in a decade, you lose entire blocks of time filled memories. They somehow fade away each time you pack and unpack a box. Or maybe it’s from the drinking. Hmm.
Anyway. There was no response from Gloom and Doom. When I asked my mom in an email, she said, “Your father is working on it.” Oh no. OH NO! The town only allots a certain number of JP’s and if anyone can manage to piss all of them off between now and summer, it’s my dad! Shit!!!
My mom emailed back to not worry, so I said to X, “Well, the more involved they are, the less of a chance they will come up with some stupid reason not to show up like, ‘We went to the movies, and your father got his hand stuck in the butter dispenser.'”
X: Yeah, but the Justice of the Peace baby? I mean, can’t they work on the flowers or something?
Me, not really listening to X: Oh! Wait, I know, maybe my dad knows someone else in another town in CT that he wants to ask.
X: I hope you know what you’re doing.
Then, 3 full minutes of silence.
Me: It just occurred to me where your thinking is. I’m thinking they are just going to hire some flake they are friends with, you’re thinking they are going to hire someone who doesn’t show up. Or that they are not going to hire anyone at all….
X: Yeah, there she is everyone. She finally got here.
On yet another call to my mom, she said they were indeed working on it. I said to make sure whoever they pick will actually show up. I didn’t even bother making my second request on the whole gay marriage thing. That would really be pushing my luck.
Gloom: Oh don’t worry. Your father knows most of those people. He just wants to ask his friend which would be the right one.
Gloom: Do you think we have to feed this person?
Me: I think we have to feed the photographer.
Doom, from the background before I could even answer: NO WE’RE NOT FEEDING THEM! THEY CAN EAT AT HOME.
lulz. This is going to be great. *hugs*
Story. Of course there’s a counter story. I had a friend who was raised in Williamsburg, Virginia. Yes. The Colonial part. His future wife was this radical feminist. I knew who Charlotte Perkins Gilman was, so I was “aok” in “her” book, but the kind of feminist, Velvet, who has to tell you she’s a feminist and is always spouting off about something that pisses her off? Maybe it was her youth.
They decided to wed in Williamsburg. I remembering thinking, “Oh Lordy.” She also chose to wear a tuxedo…in white. I know his parents just “loved” this. I had asked what I could get them for their wedding. She said, “A lesbian minister.” Are you laughing yet?
I called down to UVA and to William & Mary and found someone and booked them, so that was my “wedding gift.” Probably one of the more unusual gifts I’ve ever given.
Happy to report, they are still married, with one daughter.
It sounds like D&G are getting used to the idea of you getting married. I’ll bet they’re secretly very pleased that you are letting them help you with certain aspects of the planning. I’m so glad things are going more smoothly now with them.
Good luck with the wedding Velvet – mine is June 13th. Atheists who support same-sex marriages – same here.
We have the Texans coming over – very exciting!