So... my girlfriend and I had been making plans for a very small wedding coming up April 11th, our nine year anniversary. With everything that's happening in the world, we started to realize there's no way our wedding, as small and informal as it was to be, was going to go as planned. In fact, I started to worry that the courthouse was gonna close to the public and we wouldn't even be able to get our license. When my gf called them for info on Monday afternoon, they said they were still open, but taking things hour by hour. So we immediately headed down to the courthouse and filled out the paperwork. When they asked us the ceremony date, I jokingly said, "April 11th, unless you guys can do it right now..." They perked up and went to work. The county clerk agreed to waive the six day waiting period for us, and they found the commissioner on his way out the door. He agreed to do the ceremony and stick around while they completed the paperwork. We had to find two witnesses, too -- so my gf called her beloved ex-brother-in-law (the only person we knew in the town where the courthouse was) and he headed over saying he'd try to find someone else to bring along. Anyhow... we ended up getting married as they were closing for the day, with ex-brother-in-law and one of the commissioner's co-workers as witnesses. My bride was in sweatpants and I was wearing my Bears tuque. I joked that by getting married on our anniversary, that was one less date I'd have to remember -- well, we ended up getting married instead on March 16, my late Dad's birthday -- so the joke still holds up. When we got home, my beautiful bride told me she had a surprise for me. And out of the closet she pulled a 2004 Rickenbacker 360 in Fireglo. HOLY COW. A Rickenbacker is the guitar I dreamed of since I was a kid but never thought I'd own. Here it is. The world is going haywire, but I'm a happy man.