Remember this guy?
No, he wasn’t the best man, or even a guest at our wedding. But we do have something in common. We’ve both spent a little time at the Eagle County Jail!
When I arrived in Colorado, I was so preoccupied with the OOT bags, water bottle labels, ceremony programs, and last minute details, that I forgot to investigate the most important preparation—our marriage license!
When Champ arrived in Denver with his family, I put him in charge of arranging the details surrounding our marriage license application. Now, I’ve lived my entire life in Eagle County, Colorado and you would think I would know where to go for things like this in a small town. Well, I’m not sure if it was the excitement surrounding the wedding, or just a stupid bridal brain fart, but I confidently drove us to the county jail to apply for our license. Yes—the jail, and no—I was not on drugs.
Here we are, all excited to get our license, with the obligatory “before” picture.
We walked in and I placed my purse on the X-ray belt to be scanned. I probably should have noticed that something was a little “off” when Champ and I were frisked after walking through the metal detector. Buuttt, I didn’t, and we walked to the counter and asked the woman for an application for a marriage license. She and the woman next to her looked at each other and burst out laughing. The younger woman turned and said, “See, I told you—I knew they were in the wrong place! We were all betting you were lost. Sweetheart, this is where you apply for a divorce, and you just look too happy for that.”
I was so embarrassed. But Champ and I just laughed it off, and headed for the county recorder’s office where we got our license and were one step closer to the wedding!
Next, we rehearse, and our parents take over the stage at a local bar!
Champ Wedding: Finally in Colorado