So for those of you that don’t know, I recently got married, yes, congratulations to me and my beautiful wife, thank you, thank you. You guys are far too kind, too kind.
We got our marriage license in Queens. However to make life easier for our guests we decided to have the actual ceremony at City Hall.
It was a rainy day, light drizzle, but that didn’t perturb us. Isn’t rain on your wedding day supposed to be good luck anyway? Yeah, I’ll take the good luck.
We arrived around 10:15 AM or so, my mom and sister were already there, as was a mutual friend and my wife’s sister. Myself, my son and my then fiancee arrived and greeted everyone.
At the front desk after stating our aims for the day, we were asked to produce a legal form of identification, as well as the i.d for our witness. The gentleman took our drivers licenses and reviewed them, after a few moments he gave us a ticket and asked us to take a seat until our number came up on the prompter.
The place was relatively empty, which was a most welcomed relief as most government run businesses tend to be dreadful. However this place was well organized and had a comfortable air to it.
We took some pictures by the city hall mural painted inside. I’ve yet to see the pictures, but I trust they will be awesome. It’s nice that they have that for us.
Once our numbers came up we went over to the other counter and presented our documentation. We all signed some paperwork and were then directed to take a seat again, and wait to be called.
After another brief wait and a few more pictures we were called to another desk. Here a gentleman took our documents and told us to enter the ceremony room. For some reason I expected a priest or something, but the same gentleman who took our paper work walked in and introduced himself as the marriage clerk. He asked us to stand before him, asked for the rings to be produced, then literally out of nowhere he jumped into his spiel.
“If there is anyone present that feels these two should not be married, please speak now, or forever hold your piece.”
No response, DUH!
“Do you Angel take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife”.
“Please place the ring on her finger. No Angel, first remove the engagement ring, then place the marriage ring so that it is closer to her heart.”
“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband”.
“Please place the ring on his finger”.
“By the power vested in me by the great state of NY I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your beautiful bride.”
I kiss my wife and now we are married. Just like that. The process was so fast it actually shocked me. This place was smooth, no problems, no hassle and I’m glad we had a nice day.
Welcome to the married world. (Again)
Bronx Raised Puerto Rican who dances in pink tights! Please note the date on a post, over the years my views have evolved. I’ve kept my old articles to show my growth. I started on the left, then went slightly to the right, I went solo and then back to the left. It’s all about growth and progress. We live, we learn, we grow. Peace and love.