Thursday, June 25, 2009

Other Things We Did On Holiday

As both my loyal readers will already be aware, the Fella and I got married in New York, and I've been put under some pressure to release this news to the interwebs.

We decided some time ago on a City Hall wedding (so-called, despite the fact that the ceremony takes place at the Office of the City Clerk three blocks away, and not City Hall.  A fact pointed out to me with some irritation by a City Hall security guard).

The ceremony took place here:

As you can see, no expense has been spared on the recently renovated Marriage Bureau.  I would like to have seen it before its $12.3 million makeover.  I can't help feeling if they'd just spent $12,300,030 instead, they might have made a nicer impression at the entrance.

It was nice enough inside, though.  Waiting for our number to flash up on the screen it was a bit like a supermarket deli, but with less chooks and more brides with prams.

So on the day, after walking from our hotel (if you're going to spend $60* on a wedding, you might as well be tight about everything) we arrived at the bureau with rings, frock, marriage licence (obtained earlier) and no witness.  Fortunately the witness of the couple ahead of us kindly agreed to act for us.  Thankfully she had no objections to the union when asked by the chapel clerk, although she did look for a moment like she was trying to articulate a niggling doubt.

The ceremony took about 90 seconds, and was very nice.  Despite having to marry dozens of couples every day, the chapel clerk didn't yawn, and actually looked interested.  Perhaps she was.  We're pretty interesting.  

Here we are in front of a City Hall backdrop that's provided for couples who are confused about why a City Hall wedding does not take place at City Hall.  Oh, and I've changed our faces a little for anonymity.

After being pronounced Mr and Mrs "surname mispronounced in predictably Spanish manner", we walked over the Brooklyn Bridge to have lunch at the River Cafe.  This was very nice for me, and I had a lovely selection of animals (octopus - the great big "attacking Dr Who while screeching and flailing enormous purple tentacles" kind, not those pathetic little baby ones, and salmon of the bog-standard delicious variety that are enjoyed by bears all around the world).  

The Fella did not fare so well.  

When asked about vegetarian options, the maitre d' (yes, not a waiter - it was that posh) said they could do a plate of vegetables.  Which they delivered.  It was a plate with carrots, broccoli, mushrooms, potatoes and beans.  All cut into very, very small pieces.  The assumption being that if you're vegetarian, you must be a little challenged and should not be trusted with a knife.

He was not overly impressed with this, but then we had ice-cream, so the world was much better again.  And with respective ice-cream headaches and octopus breath, we wandered off as a married couple to find a train back to Manhattan.

*plus many thousands on sundry expenses


  1. Congratulations on finally getting some octopus! And I'm glad to hear it was only ice cream that caused Daniel Craig's painfully swollen head...

  2. Have you changed your name to unpredictably pronounced one or not?


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