Yes, I was married on Halloween. No, we were not in costume.
That, however does not mean it was any less interesting.
Why you ask?
Well, because Richard and I were married on Halloween in Suffolk County Drug Court by a judge who had had a couple of martinis at lunch.
Let me start from the beginning. Through a complicated series of events, Richard and I decided to get married after being together for 18 years. Once we made the decision everything happened very quickly. We knew we didn’t want to have a big wedding or a religious ceremony for a number of reasons I won’t go into now.
As I’ve mentioned before, my father is a lawyer. When we told him and explained what we wanted to do he said he knew a judge, a friend of his, whom he knew would be willing to perform the ceremony. I didn’t ask my father what court this judge presided over. Knowing my father, I should have.
Anyway, we got everything ready. I called one of my oldest friends, Gayle (gracie999), and asked her to be one of the witnesses. In New York you need two. My mother was the other since Richard’s closest friend was not available due to a prior commitment. Like I said, this all happened on very short notice.
One other thing you should know about me. I used to smoke pot, quite often actually. I don’t anymore and that’s only because of my high blood pressure that was diagnosed 3 years ago. But five years ago, when we got married, I still did. So we spent a couple of moment before we left, not stoned, just relaxed. We were both a bit nervous.
Anyway, we get to the courts and the judge is late so we are sitting in the court room, me, Richard, Gayle, all slightly buzzed, and my parents. Gayle gets our attention and points to the wall of the court room to a huge sign, which had gone completely unnoticed by the two of us, which reads Suffolk County Drug Court.
You see the irony now?
That started the two of snickering. My only regret about that afternoon was that we couldn’t bring any cameras with us because of court security. I would have loved to have a picture of the three of us under that sign.
So we get inside and the judge is performing the ceremony and we’re all noticing that he smells distinctly of alcohol. Not drunk, just relaxed.
There’s that irony again.
So every year we celebrate the day we got married on Halloween in drug court.
This year I have to work. That’s where I am right now. Richard is home sleeping.
And I have to work tomorrow. Open House.
But I’m taking off Monday and the college is close Tuesday, Election Day. So better late than never, we’ll get to celebrate.