A dear friend of mine became a minister online - fully ordained - and is marrying JKR and I on Saturday. She brought the certificate that came in the mail down to the office at City Hall where we got our marriage license to confirm that it was legal since she's technically ordained in the State of Washington. She happened to know the woman at the office who laughed at her and said:
"You're a minister? You crazy bitch, whatchoo up to now? You want to marry some people? Sure, I'll let you do that."
I feel pretty confident that this is one of those situations where it's who you know, and not whether you bought the right Ministry certification on the internet. My friend calls her flock the Temple of Pimps & Pandas. As long as there is no tithing or god - I'm down for that. Worship service includes watching gypsy brides and toddler beauty pageants.
On the serious side, JKR's grandfather was a rabbi, and JKR tracked down a couple of his marriage blessings that he wanted incorporated into our ceremony. My friend, the Minister of Pimps & Pandas, said she thought the "execution" of the prayers was bad and she's going to change them. But he was a rabbi, I said and she responded with That doesn't mean he's better than me. Ok, point taken. Now I know, there is no serious side, which makes me much more comfortable with all of this.
I feel very lucky that I can have somebody that I love marry me. She knows me well and has gotten to know JKR and I think that adds an element to the ceremony that I'll always find special. Unless it turns out that it's not really legal.
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