Way too long ago, I promised that I would report on the events that took place after the Big Gay Wedding. After much procrastination, here it is!
Monday morning, following our Saturday evening nuptials, Scott and I headed out to the airport, boarded our plane for Boston. We took a water taxi to the dock where we would find our ferry. In spite of some rain in Boston and gloomy skies while we were on the boat, we eventually arrived safely in Provincetown MA.
Skies cleared as we pulled into PTown. We found our bed & Breakfast, the Black Pearl, and checked in with no problems. Soon we found ourselves walking Commercial Street, enjoying the sights and sounds of what is quickly becoming a home away from home for us. Of course, we grabbed some seafood for dinner, and we planned our evenings, deciding which shows we might want to see.
Most days, we spent our time at the beach. We would pack our bags, grab the bus to Herring Cove, and make the trek through the moors to get to our destination. This particular part of the beach is unofficially “clothing optional” so we managed to tan some parts of our bodies that don’t see much sunlight!
One day, we were concerned about the weather forecast. The local stations were predicting rain. For most of the morning, it looked like it the skies might open up and drench us. We hesitated to make the trip to the beach, but hated to miss a day of fun in the sun. We opted to rent bikes and ride through the Cape Cod National Seashore, a National Park. This was one of the best things we did while on our honeymoon. The dunes are incredible, the bike trail is enjoyable, and at times, a bit challenging.
However, the very first thing we did when we arrived in Provincetown, was to visit the Town Hall, where we registered for our marriage license.
Massachusetts requires a 3 day waiting period for marriage licenses. We wanted to be sure to get ours, and allow an extra day for any glitches that might arise. Monday afternoon we applied with no problems, and returned on Thursday morning to retrieve our official, legal, marriage license.
We like to think of our legal wedding ceremony as the yin to the yang of our sacred celebration. It was everything that the sacred ritual was not. Our ceremony was performed by the Justice of the Peace, outside on the lawn of the Bed & Breakfast. Our witnesses were the innkeepers, and the guests of the inn, a group of women on vacation together. We asked the JP to use our vows from our wedding back home, and she added some additional, beautiful words about equality, and her personal joy of presiding at the weddings of gay and lesbian couples. Champagne was poured, the license signed by the JP, and now, Scott and I are joined in both sacred and legal matrimony.
We are legally, sacredly, and happily married! Each ceremony holds a special joy for us, the formality of one, the casual atmosphere of the other; the friends and family witnessing our love at home, and total strangers sharing the joy of our love at the b&b. The elaborate meal and dancing to celebrate the sacred ritual, the sharing of wine with temporary friends who toasted our life together, followed by an intimate meal at a nearby restaurant, all of these weave themselves together to create a seamless memory of the week in which we got married, twice. God grant you the same joy that we have found.