A License to Wed
Slowly but surely all of the wedding details are coming together. One of the wedding horror stories you hear from couples is that they forgot to get their wedding license. So Milton and I planned several weeks out to go and get it.
We had originally planned to get our license the day after I gave my speech since Milton was going to be in town. He had done the research. Since we are getting married right across the bridge, he went online to see what we would need.
We woke up that morning and I re-asked Milton if I needed a birth certificate or social security card. He called and asked them but they said all that was needed was a driver’s license. HOWEVER, they told Milton that because he lives in Indianapolis, we would have to get our marriage license in Indianapolis.
Which means a new trip needed to be planned! We planned a lunch date/marriage license get together. The process was very simple – show you driver’s license, pay your money and fill out a form. Most of the information was typical but then they asked the following questions:
Have you ever been adjudged to be out of unsound mind? If yes, has the adjudication been removed?
Are you related to the male applicant closer than second cousin?
Are you now under the influence of an alcoholic beverage?
Ar you now under the influence of a narcotic drug?
Luckily I passed the question with flying colors – and so did Milton. When asked if either of us had been married before or if we had kids, I am proud to say that no unknown love children or women from the past emerged.
Wedding dress – check. Marriage license – check. Shellin’ out a lot of money for everything else – check!!! Let the countdown begin – 10….. 9 (wait stop right there)! Nine more days…
My fiancé and I had just returned from an amazing trip to North Carolina. He lives in Indianapolis about 45 minutes from the airport. It had been snowing so it took us a little bit longer to get home. We were only about a block from his house and were sitting at a stop light. All of a sudden – BAM!! A car ran into the back of us. Before Milton could explode, I suggested he calm down, stop the car, get out, check everything and get the driver’s information.
Luckily there was no damage to Milton’s or the other driver’s car. Milton suggested I get back in the car to stay warm. He stayed outside to continue talking with the lady and get her license plate # and all other info. When he got back into the car, he was on his cell phone and LIVID! This lady was drunk!! Milton immediately called 911 to report the incident. He noticed the lady had a ½ empty bottle of brandy on her passenger seat.
Once the police came, we were told we could leave since there were no injuries and no car damage. We went on our way to the grocery store and left 30 minutes later. We drove back to the scene and saw the lady’s car sitting on the side of the road, the police car had its lights on and the lady was sitting in the back of the police car.
Turns out, homegirl had a blood alcohol level of .24!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not good. So not good. None of this made for a happy fiancé. BUT HERE’S THE THING – Milton and I stopped a drunk driver. Yeah, she hit us. But, there was no damage to our car. My back started hurting a couple of hours later and I’ve been seeing my chiropractor and am feeling better. Think about if she would have kept driving. She could have serious injured or killed someone. She could have killed us! As much as we were inconvenienced for that hour on Sunday, the experience ended up being a blessing in disguise. The lady was arrested for public intoxication, driving under the influence and reckless driving. The only Christmas she ruined was her own. And, although I had some back pains, it was the perfect reason to get some good massages once we arrived home!!!
M.Y. December 2010
It Wasn’t a Dream
It was around midnight Saturday night and I dreamed that I heard police cars and fire engines. As I awoke from my slumber, I heard a voice outside the door that said, “Get back in the apartment”. I went to look outside my boyfriend’s place and saw two police men squatted just below his door. A couple of second later, they ran to the left.
I went and woke my boyfriend up and said something was going on outside. As soon as I spoke, there was a loud boom and voices of the police saying “put your hands up, put your hands up”! By now I was scared and unsure of the chaos happening. My boyfriend told me to go lay down in the bathtub. At first I didn’t feel a need, but after the second loud boom I knew that was the best place for me to be.
He called 911 and we were told that 15-20 SWAT were in the area and that there was also a fire. We were told to stay put. The tech guy/gal in us both had us surfing the internet on our phones looking at the websites of local tv channels in his city for information.
Long story short – couple gets in an argument at Mexican restaurant a block down the road. Girlfriend calls police. Boyfriend walks to their apartment. When police arrive, he refuses to come out and shoots a shotgun at the police. SWAT is called in. Boyfriend decides to set the apartment on fire. The apartment explodes (reason for the boom sounds). The guy then runs out of his apartment (reason for police saying put your hands up) with burns and jumps into the pond in front of my boyfriend’s apartment. The guy doesn’t resurface for 5-7 minutes and they soon realize he drowned.
All of this happened just feet where I should have been sleeping. This wasn’t a dream or an action movie, it was my reality. (I could make that up if I tried.) I realized two things – 1) you never know how your life can end up, so appreciate each moment and 2) my boyfriend genuinely cares about me. I thought about the recent baseball clip where the guy runs to avoid a baseball coming his way and it hits his girlfriend. My boyfriend did the opposite and looked after my safety before looking after his own.
I definitely mourn for the girlfriend of the guy that drowned but further value the things and people in my life. Here’s a link of the video coverage.
M.Y. August 2010