To follow up yesterday's post, I found out today that if two people are both out-of-state residents, the 3-day waiting period to get married in Florida does not apply. So, all of you Jacksonville residents who want to 'lope off, just go a few miles up the road to Georgia, where you'll be considered out-of-state and not need to wait 3 days, or even until your buzz wears off and you change your mind.
The only caveat is that I'll have to go get a New York State driver's license to prove that I live out-of-state. This is unfortunate because the only state where I actually drive is Florida, where it behooves one to have a Florida driver's license if you're ever pulled over in towns like Waldo or Starke, which make 100% of their town revenue from speed traps. Waldo and Starke are the kinds of towns that really make the most of the law that lets you marry your first cousin.
On more than one occasion, I've gotten pulled over in one of these Faulknerian little towns, and I was glad I had a driver's license from Duval County. Invariably, the police officer knows someone in Jacksonville whose last name is also Kennedy.
"You any kin to Dwight Kennedy, by chance?" asks a man wearing "CHiPs" style sunglasses and a stern expression. (Do they have a special warehouse full of mirrored sunglasses, somewhere? Is it a dress code regulation that all Florida cops must have thick moustaches?) "Sure!" I say. "Well, distantly ... but, yeah!" (If you go back far enough, everyone's related, right?)
So now I have to go to the NYC DMV within the next 2 weeks. Not looking forward.
The only caveat is that I'll have to go get a New York State driver's license to prove that I live out-of-state. This is unfortunate because the only state where I actually drive is Florida, where it behooves one to have a Florida driver's license if you're ever pulled over in towns like Waldo or Starke, which make 100% of their town revenue from speed traps. Waldo and Starke are the kinds of towns that really make the most of the law that lets you marry your first cousin.
On more than one occasion, I've gotten pulled over in one of these Faulknerian little towns, and I was glad I had a driver's license from Duval County. Invariably, the police officer knows someone in Jacksonville whose last name is also Kennedy.
"You any kin to Dwight Kennedy, by chance?" asks a man wearing "CHiPs" style sunglasses and a stern expression. (Do they have a special warehouse full of mirrored sunglasses, somewhere? Is it a dress code regulation that all Florida cops must have thick moustaches?) "Sure!" I say. "Well, distantly ... but, yeah!" (If you go back far enough, everyone's related, right?)
So now I have to go to the NYC DMV within the next 2 weeks. Not looking forward.
posted by Marguerite at 3:08 PM
3 Comments:
oooh! i had to deal with that too, but i found out that if your out of state license is still valid, or less than six months past expiration, you can just transfer it to NY. i've had to do this twice, and i highly recommend the DMV Express - it's around midtown somewhere but it is sooooo much faster than the other one i went to downtown. i guess they actually decided to do something besides just give it a snappy name.
Is that anything like a Holiday Inn Express? Do they provide a continental breakfast?
Thanks for the tip, Sheri - I'll have to check it out. I guess by "Express" it only take 3 hours instead of 9. Cool!
actually, i went there after work one day expecting to be there for hours and was in and out in 20 minutes! i assume it was a fluke, but at least they got the year of my birth right - first time around they made me 67. what an awesome fake ID!
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