I'm sitting here looking at this marriage license application and I'm a little worried about screwing it up. Ken (the concierge and I are on a first name basis now) gave me the application and set up an appointment with the license agent on-site. I know I told Donna this was her job- but since Ken is on Team Josh, I figure its only right for me to do it.
I've got most of this information down but I'll freely admit I'm not 100% sure of her parents middle names and places of birth. If it asked for the cat's names instead, I'd be golden. Anyway, Donna & I have to appear together and sign the certification so there's no point in guessing. At least there is no waiting period in Hawaii. They'll give us our marriage license on the spot and they have "marriage performers" available too. I'm not kidding that is what they call them. I guess it covers all the bases, rabbi, priest, minister, judge. This is probably my only regret about a surprise wedding. I'd frequently imagined the President performing the wedding. He's very fond of Donna.
I reach for my phone to call Donna when I remember-its still sitting on my desk. I guess I'll just have to go down to the boutiques and find her.