Our divorce is now final. Well, technically it's a dissolution. So now I can say I'm officially dissolute, as if there was any doubt about that.
Although I hope I never have to go back inside it, I must admit that the courthouse is actually very pretty. It matched my mental image of a courthouse perfectly. It's also right down the block from
Slymans so I had a corn beef sandwich after all the legalities were wrapped up.
Sadly, I don't think I'll be able to follow
James Caan's advice on divorce: "To get over my divorce, I got a prescription to live at the Playboy Mansion for a while."