The Wedding Frosty

On May 25th, 2005, Brian and I did something not often done over lunch hour: we got married. We hadn't even discussed it that morning -- it came up over email, the suggestion to up and commit already, in the form of an Affidavit of Common Law Marriage provided by a health insurance site. I sent him an email at about 10:00 in which I suggested half-joking that we print one out and just do it -- and he took me up on it. We had lunch at the cheapest place on the Hill, the legendary Tra Ling's, before going to down to the Clerk & Recorder's Office. In Colorado there is no requirement for a judge or religious person to officiate, and one is legally married with the $8 document recording fee. It's trippy and I'm glad more young people don't know about it, because it's extremely easy to do.
We did take a slightly long lunch, because we went to Wendy's for celebratory Frosties prior to going back to work. I didn't feel very well so I didn't start it, I just stuck it in my freezer. I usually didn't feel well at work so I didn't eat it the next afternoon or the next, and I eventually decided to just save it for a year like they always do with wedding cake. It lived in a ziplock marked "Wedding Frosty" in the freezer and it moved houses with us -- then we threw a party for our 1st anniversary and everyone was invited to taste it.

A word from the wise: never, never eat a 1-year-old Frosty. The taste makes one think of the black, tarrish, dirty heaps of snow that survive in really big cities, basically wet frozen crunchy mud. Getting married over lunch hour, however, I can recommend very highly.