Today was the day we were to get our marriage license. I saw a notice in a local gay publication (Letters From Camp Rehoboth) that said "Wedding Licenses Available June 3". So, the planner that I am I thought I would get our licenses plenty ahead of time (they're good for 30 days).
So I talk Bill into going with me to Georgetown this gorgeous, sunny spring morning, which is no easy task believe me. Prying Bill from his domestic haven is always a challenge.
We drive down Rt. 9 to Georgetown, encountering an accident on the way (of course, what else)? I almost run a red light trying to get around that accident. Then I get into Georgetown. The building where the marriage license bureau is located is right on the traffic circle. Where to park? And I can't parallel park so I know I'm going to get an "I should've driven" from Bill which I did.
I find a parking spot about two blocks away and we do our Old Man Walk up to the administrative building.
We get in the building, then we look for room 268. We get their (after some helpful direction from a county employee, I'm sure we looked like what we are TWO CONFUSED OLD MEN).
|Top of the stairs when I still had hope we could get our marriage license today|
There is a sign on the door "Back in 10 minutes." Uh....okay. We wait, not too long before an officious woman comes by and unlocks the door to the marriage bureau.
I go up to the window (with Bill hanging back trying to blend in with the background as is his wont when he's out in public as a gay man - no way out sometimes) and tell her "I'm here to apply for a marriage license." She glances at us, figuring out what the situation is very quickly and says "Is this a same sex couple?" I say "Yes."
She tells me "You can apply for a civil union license but a same sex marriage license won't be available until July 1st." Say what? I repeat to her that I read that I could apply for a same sex marriage license now but she was adamant, "No, you cannot apply for a marriage license for a same sex couple until July 1st." Okay, wasted trip? No, not really. I'll just count this as a trial run. Of course I now have to deal with Bill since I pried him out of his comfort zone at home and he's got his feathers all ruffled.
I get back home and call the office of the local gay publication "Letters." I told them my tale of woe. Sal, the very helpful guy on the other end of the line told me "I'll have to check this with Steve (Elkins) and we'll get back to you."
Hey folks, no one said it would be easy.