The drive down was uneventful. People in Chicago drive like animals and we saw about four car accidents, all of which involved a semi and a car. We arrived downtown and parked, found the courthouse, then wandered around the building. When we asked the lady at the information desk, she said "go upstairs and ask the information desk".

We got our marriage license without further issues and drove back to work. Fuck work.

Thursday we both worked in the morning and headed for Chicago around 1:00. We got fucking lost (my fault) in rush hour traffic and wound up at the hotel around 4, both of us pissed off and tired. We bummed around Woodfield Mall and spent too much money on clothes and shit, then we went to bed.

All in all, about 15 people showed up for the wedding. We all got ready and headed downtown. James and his Special Wife Kym met us down there. Traffic was, once again, a fucking abomination. We parked, went into the basement of the courthouse and waited.

The ceremony took about 5 minutes. The judge was a really cool lady and there was a waiting room full of people waiting to get married. Waiting rooms always make me nervous, like I was expecting the judge to come out and tell me I'd need another 300 dollars in order to get married, plus I need an alignment and my brake pads are shot.

We spent the rest of Friday and all day Saturday trying to stay organized and do everything we wanted to do. It was stressful considering none of us knew where the hell we were going or where anything was. It sounds wrong, but if you ever elope and more than you and your significant other are involved, have a really clear and thought out plan. If people want to do shit with you, they'll know where you are. If they want to do something else they will.

Sunday we went to the Field Museum and then to the Pixies concert. The Pixies rocked my ass harder than hard. If I had lost my hearing at that show, the Pixies would've been welcomed to it.