I'm exaggerating a bit there, nothing quite as exciting as new phonebooks (be still my pounding heart), but we did get our passports today.
After poor Just A Cool Cat's nasty shock of opening his envelope from the passport office, whilst quipping "funny, I don't see any passports in here", only to discover that there really were no passports in the envelope, I wasn't entirely convinced that we were actually going to receive them after all. I rather expected that I would get mine, because I knew I had done everything correctly. There are advantages to being a detail-oriented, slightly OCD passport applicant.
I was slightly less sure about Eva's application. It was all filled in correctly, naturally, having been completed by same detail-oriented slightly OCD person, but the fact that she was 14 when we started the process and was now about to turn 16 (at which point one needs a different, adult passport) didn't bode well for the success of this effort. So I was pleasantly surprised to see Eva pull an official passport out of her envelope. And thankfully Eva has a far superior memory to me because she remembered that regardless of how close to 16 you are when you receive your passport, it's still good for the full 5 years. And I was all set to start working on the new one for her.
But Jerry's passport application I did not hold much hope for. He had to redo his 3 times, and get his guarantor to resign each time too, because first he didn't use block letters, then the next time it was too sloppy to read (passport application tip #1: leave the wine drinking alone until after you have filled in your application), and then finally he wrote into the forbidden area whilst signing, for which I believe you can receive up to 4 years in prison, if I'm not mistaken.
And then shortly after we sent our applications away, his guarantor changed jobs, making her contact information invalid. So I figured he was euchred. Especially after I heard about John Mutford's daughter having her application rejected for showing too much teeth, or our friend Robin having his photo rejected because his forehead was too shiny! (Honest and for true!)
Eva is getting a huge kick out of the handy booklet "Bon Voyage, But ..." which accompanied the passports. It's a classic example of the finest of Canadian government humour, and includes very helpful chapters on traveller's diarrhea, rabies, and travelling with a same sex spouse.
So we're sort of strutting around like big shots tonight. We got our passports nyah nyah!
And naturally we are currently rocking out to Passport [mp3] - Gogol Bordello.