Tag: gay marriage
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The thing wherein I have a birthday
So on Sept. 7th I turned A Certain Age. Really my age is no secret, although the closer I get to fifty, the increasingly strange it feels to say how old I am. I’m 46. I did some math around all this and came to the conclusion that in four more years, I’ll be fifty. …
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The Weddin’, Part V: The Reception
So I got married on Saturday, January 5th. After we promised to love each other until the end of time, it only made sense to then strap on the feedbag at a fantastic spread provided by the best friends two lesbians could ever have, the toothsome Kirsten and her inexplicable husband, The Davey. We met…
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The Weddin’, Part IV: MAWWIAGE
So we got married on January 5th, twice, and the second time it was a little fancier than the first. I’d made this powerpoint of photos of the five of us, arranged chronologically, set to music. When we met, the younger of The Lovely Rhonda’s two daughters was only a year old, her older one…
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The Weddin’ — Part III: BRIDEZILLA UNLEASHED
So we got married on Saturday January 5th. In our last thrilling installment, we had just had our collective hairs styled by gum-cracking teens at the local beauty school and were speeding on our way to the church, oblivious to the carnage that awaited us. Okay, not really. But that sounds more interesting than, “And…
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The Weddin’ — Part I
So I got married on Saturday. It was, you know, kind of okay. I guess. Actually, I got married twice. The first time was at Starbucks. Yeah. Starbucks. Because, we needed to get married in Washington. And our church is in Oregon. So, we met the minister at the Starbucks down the way and we…
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Bachelorette Party
So I got married last Saturday. The lucky recipient of my affections would be The Lovely Rhonda, in case there was any doubt. Obviously if there is going to be a wedding, there must be a party, and it follows that if it is my party, it must be timed very poorly. We were unable…
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Say goodnight, 2012.
So it’s New Year’s Eve. Shortly I’m going to log off and make fudge and take it over to some friends’ house and sit and play games and talk to people and eat things dipped into other things and drink things mixed with more things (but not very many things because I want to come…
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Only Panicking a LITTLE
So I’m getting married in less than a week. Yes, friend(s), one week from today I’ll be at the beach with the wife. The actual wife. Of me. My actual wife. We’re gathering steam for the final week of preparations. I’d go into lengthy detail if I thought either of you would care, but since…
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With Bells On
So we didn’t send out too many paper invitations, because the wedding is pretty soon upon us and we are lazy busy people. They turned out nicely, for homemade from a kit. We are also cheap budget-conscious. This is the reply card: As you can see, Mother will be in attendance, allegedly with bells on.…
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