After an unsuccessful attempt on Sunday, we decided to go down to City Hall again and try our luck—especially after Stephanie, our downstairs neighbor, buzzed us Wednesday evening and said that she and Ellen had gotten married. Congratulations, Stephanie and Ellen!

Greg and I got up at 6am and got to Civic Center by 7am. And as we walked out, a voice called what I thought was my name and Greg's. We turned and there was Ali Liebegott, one of our Suspect Thoughts authors, and her future wife Anna Joy Springer. (Never heard of them—oh, readers, you will. They're both beyond brilliant.)

Ali and Anna Joy had driven up from San Diego the night before and were in line with their friends Paula and Julieanne who'd made the drive with them and were going to get married too.

Paula was in an awesome vintage 40s suit with killer wingtips. And Julie and Anna Joy were in fabulous vintage dresses. And after Ali changed in the car, she had on a great vintage ensemble as well—down to a handpainted tie with a red-winged blackbird.

And they had everyone oohing and aahing around us. They were two dashing and glamtastically beautiful couples. And Ali is truly one of the funniest people I've ever had the privilege of providing my services as a laughtrack—I'm something of a queer Ed McMahon but rarely drunk, way cuter, and actually sincere in my laughter.

They let us stay with them and six hours later we were in the County Clerk's office, raising our right hands to swear we'd told the whole truth when we'd filled out the info for applicant 1 and applicant 2 (bureaucratic Seussisms that took the place of bride and groom).

Then a volunteer led us down the corridor, as we were cheered on by others waiting in line, to the Rotunda where we were paired with a witness, Dan, who'd recently moved to SF from Belmont, and Christina, a deputized justice of the peace, who in fashion sense and body type bore a close resemblance to my former very styling lesbian therapist who could have been an extra on Showtime's The L-Word—either one of them. I'm still surprised a moped bike gang of lipstick lesbians hasn't whisked J.—or Therapist 3 of 4 for those keeping score—off to their split-level compound in the Hollywood Hills.

Like every official we encountered—except for this very officious queen who was all about his Rob Lowe/James Spader circa 1984 hairdo and liked to come out and shout down the line ("People, people, may I have your attention. People, may I remind you this is a public place and...") to issue another pronouncement about how there was only a slight chance we would get married because only so many licenses would be issued—Christina was so kind, so gracious, and so happy for us, even though we were the umpteenth beaming same-sex couple she'd seen that day.

Actually, it was Dan's first wedding to witness and he was as excited as we were. And we were Christina's first local couple that day out of the 30 that had proceeded us.

We got to pick where we would wed—the south side of the 2nd floor next to the railing overlooking the floor, volunteers, tourists, schoolchildren on field trips, wedding gowns, and marriages below.

We handed Dan our disposable camera (our digital one has the staying power of an overexcited teenage boy) and got positioned and let Christina begin.

She allowed us time to stop for vows, but we were so excited and in a happy surreal daze (after hours of waiting in line, the wedding happened in minutes) that we just let her continue and repeated after her and exchanged rings and beamed and then kissed after she declared us spouses for life.

There was much clicking of cameras throughout all this, by Dan, and Chloe, a true-blue professional and celebrated photographer and a friend of Ali and Anna Joy and Paula and Julie's who were all getting married on the other side of the rotunda at the very same time (Congratulations!!!!), and a nice stranger who hugged us afterward.

This all happened between 1:30-2ish. And then we went downstairs and got a copy of our license and went outside were there was a long line still waiting and only one protestor—the groups you're seeing now on the TV didn't show up till later that afternoon.

And when same-sex marriage is legal throughout this country, we plan on having a real big shin-dig and renewing our vows and inviting everyone!

In the meantime (and it looks like it could get very mean soon), we urge all of you to do what you can to fight the Federal Marriage Amendment. Click here to find out more.