Blue Moon Atelier Journal

Five years ago on this date (which was a Friday, actually), in the evening, I was stood standing in a queue with Grahams, my Mum, my Auntie Pat and one of my best friends from school, Christy. At this time, around 9:00 pm, there weren't as many folks in line as there had been when we'd tried earlier in the evening. Then, there'd been such a line of people and such a long wait ahead that we decided to have some dinner first, and try again later. But, here we were, tummies full, patiently waiting our turn in the little 3' x 5' room. When it came, the five of us stepped in and tried to find some personal space in the small room - luckily, it was quite natural for Grahams and I to stand closer together, so that made it easier for the other three to have some room to breathe.

We passed our paperwork through the small opening in the glass and the man looked it over, asked us a few questions and then retreated to the opposite side of his room - one much larger than the one we were in. He removed a book from the shelf and returned to the glassed-in desk. After opening the book to the appropriate page, he read some items, asked us some more questions, then smiled as he wished us the best of luck and thanked us for making his evening a bit more pleasant.

We five filed out of the tiny room, to find ourselves facing a smiling police officer and a hand-cuffed young man with a torn shirt, blackened eye, blood seeping from a cut on his brow and another on his lip, and a wide grin. "Wow!" he said, "Congratulations! Ya'll just made my night!" The policeman shook his head. "And to think," he told the kid, "if you hadn't got in that fight, you'd have missed the wedding!" We all laughed, and as the young man was led into the tiny room for his meeting with the magistrate, the newly wed Mr and Mrs Layton, friend, and relatives, left the Courthouse.

Mood: :) Happy
Current Music: Mediaeval Baebes "Mirabilis"