Dateline: San Francisco.

We. Are. Here.

I love being in a city where government offices are a) useful, b) friendly, and c) efficient.  DC seems to forget that, both in terms of city and federal level offices.  The man who checked my purse and walked me through the metal detector?  Super nice!  The people at county clerk’s office?  Quite friendly!

That aside, we swore earlier today before a clerk that we didn’t lie about our names, birthdates, parents, and that we’re not married nor have we been married before.  Done and done.

While we picked up our license, we were in the same place that all the ceremonies were being held.  All over City Hall–and what a place to do it!  I have photos I will post to Flickr eventually.  What really got me weepy and mushy, however, were all the gay- and lesbian-couples having the ceremony with friends and families.  Two women wore the most beautiful vintage ivory dresses–different, but similarly long and rather art-deco–carrying bouquets of roses.  And everyone was so blissfully, ecstatically, uniquely, unobnoxiously, deliriously happy.

That’s the way to start your wedding weekend.