it's about frickin' time

It happened so quickly that I almost missed it. Well, by quickly, I mean two hours--which is light speed in bureaucratic office time. We went to Central really to just ask someone how to get married--with us being so awesomely foreign and all. Would we be required to translate birth certificates; Would we need to get a special visa; Would we need to learn some Australian pub dance or a poem in an Aboriginal language? Did I need to wear a dress? Could Vincent wear his one pair of flip flops? Blood tests? Letters attesting our relationship from family and friends? You know, that sort of stuff. I mean, shoot, I've never married anyone before--and the more I have to interact with government agencies, the more I realise that they do not follow the same line of logic as normal people do.

Well, it turns out you just have to fill out a one page application saying you intend to get married after one month and one day. Okay. So we turned that in. Just to be safe though, we decided to give the government a bit more notice than just the one month and one day. I mean, what's the harm right? I have to go to Melbourne anyway around that time. Plus, we have to give four weeks notice to the French government--and we all know how the French LOVE efficiency, so we thought giving them a few more weeks to push paper would only be to our benefit.

Therefore, the date is set for Saturday May 9, 2009 at noon.

Of course, only after everything was set did Vincent remind me that I'll be heading Stateside just three days later for almost a month. Oops.

Figures doesn't it.

Anyway, my solution to that sillyness is that Vincent COMES to America with me--so I need your help convincing him. I need everyone to bombard him with e-mails saying how much you miss him and that you'd LOVE to see him, etc, etc. His email is xxc3@yahoo.fr and you can also reach him on FaceBook. Hehe.