Viva Cape Cod
What a minute. A gay Las Vegas... There are an awful lot of Cher impersonators in Ptown. I think Mitt is on to something.
The incredibly true adventures of two girls planning their wedding.
What a minute. A gay Las Vegas... There are an awful lot of Cher impersonators in Ptown. I think Mitt is on to something.
Court: Gays Can't Come to Mass. to Marry
Can a heart break twice?
B and I are thrilled to formally RSVP to say that we are absolutely coming to your wedding. We are so happy that we'll get to be there for this. I love how our two relationships have evolved in tandem over the years, and I'm so excited for the coming years of spending time together. It is really fantastic to see how happy the two of you are. Also--selfishly--your wedding might be the occasion for the only booze I allow myself this summer (I feel like indulging otherwise might be a slippery slope back to my normal lush habits). So I am looking forward to that too! Yay, champagne, happy girls, and beautiful dresses!
Said wedding invites have been received. No turning back now, unless I want Kelley to alert the national press that I am a runaway bride. I don't have the eyes for that role anyway.
The invites are in the mail to 20-some guests. We entrusted them to the Wicker Park post office, which is notorious for its horrible service. Example? A Valentine's Day card from my grandmother was delivered on St. Patrick's Day. Seriously. But we're hoping since we used the outside post box, the letters will never touch the hands of an incompetent postal clerk. An irrational worry: did they need extra postage? Bad form to deliver an invite with a notice that you owe 10 cents. Egh.
This is a response to my Gertrude Stein question, emailed to me by our friend and soon-to-be officiant, who could not make her way through the corn maze of blog response questions to post it herself. Her emphasis reflected.
We caught the tail end of The L Word last night, just enough to see Dana flatline and a lame promotional video on breast cancer. Note to writers: if you have to include a several minute video justifying killing a popular character, kill someone else. But that's not my main concern. My main concern is that Shane, SHANE, proposes to Carmen in the previews for next week. Umm, she was supposed to propose to me at the last minute in July and I was supposed to have a heartfelt moment of reflection where I choose between her and Kelley and then go with Kelley because what we have is real and what I have with Shane is imaginary and based primarily on how I wished I had her skinny little body to slink around in.
Question: When asking friends or family to be a reader at your ceremony, should the decision be based on your relationship or their ability to pull off Gertrude Stein?
And I thought I was excited about our trip out East.
Kati's four months to go, things-to-do list.
I can tell the ceremony is getting close. While watching Desperate Housewives last night Kelley randomly asked me how I was going to wear my hair. Any other time I'd reply, "when?" But I know to fill in the blank with "at the wedding." Other variations of this question include: What are you going to say (at the wedding)? What are you going to do in the morning (before the wedding)? We're going to need some private time after (the ceremony). And, whose going to watch Judy (while we're having some private time)?
While imbibing Saturday night at The Closet with our Elmira friends, we ran into an old acquaintance. Last we saw her, she was buying a condo with her life partner. But in the two years that passed, the couple bought a house together, got married in Canada, suffered the loss of one of their mother's to cancer and, unceremoniously, broke up. So this girl was in fine form, out to prevent us from making her same mistake. Only, she didn't tell me that. I took a cab home sick from drinking too much cheap vodka and gin, and she cornered Kelley to warn her about committing to a younger woman. This message bothered KQ all weekend. Just because her relationship didn't work doesn't mean that our love is weak, my dear said. Here, here!
Kelley will not have to appear naked at the ceremony afterall.