FRIDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2010, 9:00AM:
ZACK (Standing At The Sink Washing Out The Blender After Making His Morning Smoothie): So listen, I have a question? Do ya wanna get married?
CAT: Really? Are you kidding me with this right now?
ZACK: Well you need some insurance and I’m planning to really marry you anyway, so it will only be a formality. JUST ON PAPER SO I CAN GO AHEAD AND PUT YOU ON MY INSURANCE! We won’t tell anyone until I can afford to slide a bit fat ring on your finger and give you a proper wedding. Do we understand each other?
ME: Yes, of course. Just a formality. We won’t tell anyone. I promise promise promise!”
ZACK: Okay so how about this Monday? It’s my only day off next week. You call David and see if he will marry us and let’s go to the courthouse this afternoon and get a marriage license. Deal?
ME (At The Front Desk Of The Gym The Tuesday Morning After We Got Married … And All The Way Down The Corridors … And In The Locker Room … And To Everyone Upstairs That He Worked With … AND The Person He was Training) …