Licensed to Wed

Item number two on our Thanksgiving agenda was to obtain our marriage license. This was really the original purpose of our trip, since we didn’t want to run the risk of Kenny not making it in time on the Friday before the wedding for us to go get the license then. We drove out to the Hempstead clerk’s office and had an adventure in municipal goings-on. Actually, the whole experience was pretty painless. Kenny, however, managed to play airhead for the day. As we arrived at the building, he suddenly realizes he can’t find his birth certificate. He goes to the car to get it. He then calls me from the car to tell me he left it at home. Adrienne tells him to check his pocket, and sure enough, there it was. Adrienne, the municipal clerk, and I all exchange glances. Apparently once I marry Kenny, the responsibility of keeping his head attached to his shoulders passes from Adrienne to me. Great.
We went upstairs, filled out some paperwork, and waited to have the license issued. As we were waiting, one of the employees at the clerk’s office looks at the three of us and asks who is getting married. She said she was confused because we all look related. Then, she told Adrienne she thought she might be the sister, or one of the bridesmaids. Don’t be surprised if you see this woman at the wedding, sitting at the head table with Adrienne. She absolutely made Adrienne’s day, week, and year. Once Adrienne was finished basking in this glory, we made our way into the cubicle of another employee named Yvonne. Yvonne was really great. She was efficient, nice, fun, and basically everything your normal municipal employee isn’t. Bottom line is, as of 10:40 am on Saturday, November 25, 2006, Kenny and I are officially licensed to wed. Yay! No jail time for Rabbi Hain!