The worst part about getting married

Today was not a fun day. But lest I lead you too much astray, it had nothing to do with marriage. Well, not directly at least. Today we headed to downtown Fort Worth. We got lost several times before we found the building we were looking for (curses to one-way streets), and when we finally found it, there was no where to park. So at the light I told Royce to jump out and get on the driver's side while I jumped out and ran across the street.


Once inside, I quickly found the Social Security office and walked into a packed waiting room. There's just something about walking into a room full of sitting people that makes me tired and depressed. I found where to get my number, found the forms to fill out, finally found someone to ask how long this was going to take, and patiently (not really) waited my turn. After about 20 mintues, my number was called and a nice lady helped me get my name changed for Social Security. Yay!

I do have to say this--thank goodness for cell phones. There's no way I would have felt comfortable just jumping out of the car and saying "I hope we find each other when I'm done."


Once Royce and I met up again, we found our way to the Interstate, connected to another Interstate, and found the exit for the Department of Public Safety. But unfortunately, we couldn't find the actual building. We drove around for at least a half hour before we found it. And then when we found it, there were no parking spots there (but at least there was a parking lot and fewer one-way streets). So once again, Royce dropped me off, and I went in, only to find an even more packed waiting room and an even more depressing atmosphere.

I waited in line for awhile, and then when I got through that line I received a form and a number. And then I sat while I waited for them to call my number to get in another line. After about 40 minutes of waiting, I thought, "That's it, I'm outta here." So I called Royce, who was reading a book in the car, and told him that I didn't want to wait. So we ran to Chick-fil-A and ate (we were both starving). We went back to the DMV after eating to see if by chance they still hadn't called my number, but they already had. Oh well. Next time I'll go back earlier in the day.