4/16 Getting your marriage license is a lot like going to the DMV. You get a number, you wait for a counter to be called forward to. Well, the building is indeed slightly more festive than the average DMV, and there are glittery hearts on the walls behind the counters. You show your documents, you say your social, you get the license which is to be signed and put in force at the wedding, for which we are in the process of hiring a Justice of the Peace, enlisting an organization called Judges For Love. We’re joking about it all the time.

City Hall is also where the trial of the former president is under way, there are thus loads of police and barricades everywhere, although hardly any people, except other couples getting their marriage licenses. I am now Spouse B and could have gotten a t-shirt to that effect.