The Famous Door and THE BIG SURPRISE
So, we finally arrive in New Orleans on Thursday afternoon. My friend and I have Thursday to ourselves, and my girlfriend is flying out to meet us Friday morning. THE BIG SURPRISE is that I have purchased two gold wedding bands and arranged for an officiant to meet us in the French Quarter to join me and my girlfriend in the iron shackles of matrimony. I kid, of course, I am looking forward to it. My girlfriend has no idea she is going to New Orleans to get married. I’m not too worried about getting rejected, as she and I have been together for something in the neighborhood of twelve years, and this subject has come up, oh, once or twice. Still, it’s supposed to be a BIG SURPRISE, and I have one more thing to take care of: the marriage license.
Before I left for New Orleans, I swiped my girlfriend’s birth certificate so I could get the wedding license on my own. I also asked my girlfriend to get my suit dry-cleaned, in case we ate at a really fancy restaurant, ha ha. When My friend and I arrived in New Orleans, we checked into our hotel, grabbed a shower each, then went straight to the local government office to get the marriage license.
“We don’t do those here, anymore.”
Argh! This office has just stopped issuing marriage licenses and I simply do not have time to drive all the way to the next-closest office in Orleans Parish. This is not good, as my girlfriend arrives at 9:00am the next day. I fret and sweat, but in the end, there is nothing I can do about it, and both my friend and I are dead tired. We decide to catch a nap, head out to the French Quarter, and work out the license issue in the morning.
Nap we did, then we awoke, put on our going-out duds, and ran face-first into the Famous Door. I’ve decided my Bourbon Street drunkening deserves a post of its own, so stay tuned to learn the answers to age-old questions, such as: did I get insanely drunk, and did my girlfriend agree to marry me despite the stench of tequila and an unexpected third person sleeping on the hotel room floor?














June 17th, 2008 at 2:33 pm
You’re kidding! That is so ridiculous. Why in the world would they NOT issue licenses? How stupid.