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Jim left for London years ago and I always thought, "Great! Now I can visit Jim in London!" Did I? Of course not. To visit someone in London you need a passport and to get a passport you need a birth certificate and to get a birth certificate you--I don't know why, exactly, but that's right where I got all bogged down in the process and therefore kept managing to not get to visit Jim in London. Next thing you know, Jim decides to move again. To New Zealand. Like I am ever going to get to New Zealand. Inconsiderate fucker, that Jim.

So now (this is Wednesday) I am just mad enough to, you know, DRIVE all the way down to H Street and North Capitol, FIND somewhere to park, PAY $23, and WAIT for about 10 minutes to get a copy of my birth certificate. Grueling. That evening I had to DRAG myself (and Victoria) to the Moto Photo in Silver Spring, PAY another $11, SIT STILL for a second, and WAIT for two more minutes to get photos.

Thursday morning I STOPPED BY the municipal building two blocks from my house. I WANTED to turn in my passport application, but the first lady I talked to said that they only accepted them from 12-4pm. I was thinking I'd come back at lunch time when she continued: 12-4pm Monday through Wednesday. I stared at her, stricken. How could it suck so bad to be me? This horror, this hell, this three-cylinder hoopty of a life. Then she said, wait--maybe someone would be able to--oh, here she is. Another lady filled in some blanks, watched me sign, and took $157 of my tear-stained dollars. Now I am nine working days away from having my very own passport ...

... and one month away from flying to London to attend Jim's going-away party. Yay!


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Oct. 14th, 2005 03:33 pm (UTC)
wow, super, lucky you!
Oct. 14th, 2005 06:21 pm (UTC)
Ha. That's NOTHING. I went through WEEKS of HELL trying to get my birth certificate out of the District of Columbia years ago when I neede to get a passport. Count yourself lucky.

London! Cool! Allow me to recommend my favorite place in London: Highgate Cemetery. Established in the Victorian era & now in a state of half-ruin, it's a really really neat place with lots of atmosphere. I think the East Cemetery may still take burials, but it's mostly a historic site now, maintained by volunteers who struggle to fight off decay brought about my nature & vandals. I have a wonderful book with fabulous black & white photos of some of the monuments before they were stolen or damaged.
Oct. 14th, 2005 07:07 pm (UTC)
I owe Anthony Williams a big thank you
I know, I know it's nothing! I was stunned by how simple and speedy it was--and furious at myself for waiting so long.

Funny you should mention Highgate Cemetery. I had never come across it before last week, when my neighbor sent me a picture of Karl Marx's gravesite, which was on a fascinating website of photos from the cemetery. It sure does look spooky-cool.
Oct. 14th, 2005 07:33 pm (UTC)
Jim R, right?
married to Oz? Or are you just stark staring crazy and talking about Jim Morrison, also in London but not really going anywhere?
Oct. 14th, 2005 07:54 pm (UTC)
Operation Wandering Soul
Jim R, married to Oz, progenitor of Zoe, that's the one. I thought my other friend Jim was staying in Paris, but I might have missed a "We're Moving!" postcard somewhere along the line. Hard to keep track the Jims.
Oct. 15th, 2005 03:07 am (UTC)
Take care of your butt
Tell Jim hi for me.

Oct. 15th, 2005 03:42 am (UTC)
John and I would like to go, but spend our money on electronics and stuff. We'll go with you if you buy our plane tix, though!
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