I had the sudden realization earlier on in the month that maybe we should look into marriage license requirements in Ontario before it was too late (and FSMIL Dragon reminded us last week, too!). I envisioned us scrambling around in Brockville the day before the wedding, or worse yet, not having a license, having a fake wedding and having to re-do it at home for legal purposes. Worst case scenario, I know.
Hive to the rescue! I asked a kind of silly question on the boards that in retrospect is answered right on the government’s Getting Married in Ontario website—are Ontario marriage licenses valid no matter where you get them? The answer is yes! They’re good for anywhere in Ontario, for three months after purchase.
But I’m glad I asked on the boards, because I learned not all municipal offices are equal. Different places charge different prices for marriage licenses, which was news to me! I thought our $100 price tag was steep but then I heard about much, much more expensive municipalities (Ottawa, lookin’ at you!).
I decided to go ahead and print out the application form at home rather than standing around in our town office. It’s pretty straightforward, though I had to ask Mr. Dragon a few things (who knows where their fiance’s parents were born?! Not me!). We actually had to get a new birth certificate for Mr. Dragon before we could get the license because he was rejected from a passport because it was so ratty—and we had to send the passport application right after we got the birth certificate in the mail, so there was a slim window of opportunity!
Going to the town office wasn’t really a special trip, to be honest. It’s where we go to pay our water and hydro bills in person, where I’ve covered a bunch of events, and we drive by it so many times in a day that it’s just background noise. Nothing about going there felt particularly monumental.
The whole thing kind of turned into a comedy of errors, as is our style. We interrupted the clerk on her lunch break, and she jokingly tried to talk us out of getting married. Then, we ran into a bit of an issue—my driver’s license address is incorrect (I know, bad me, but I’ve been trying to hold off on changing it before I have to change it AGAIN, but I think this was the last straw). I still have my old red and white health card (again, hanging onto it for as long as possible) so I didn’t have ANY other cards with my address to prove I live where I said I did on the form.
Things weren’t looking too good, until I reached into my purse and realized I’ve been carrying around a stub from a government cheque for a month, on which is printed my actual address.
After all of our ID was photocopied and we handed over our $100, the clerk let us know the person who usually finishes up the wedding licenses was out of town, and we could have someone else do it, but if we weren’t in a rush, we could pick it up next week.
So—I don’t have a fun picture of us outside the town office with our marriage license, but I do have a receipt! Here’s hoping my government mail stands up to the ID test, and the wedding license lady comes back from vacation.
I think this is the thing that made Mr. Dragon realize we’re actually getting married! It may not have felt very special, but it did feel nice.
Did getting your marriage license feel special? How much did you pay?