Gosh it seems like I was off-blog for two days!
It felt like a stint in rehab, so now I know what Lohan goes through. And I also see that no one managed to pick up a broom and clean up while I was gone. Would it have killed anyone to run a vacuum through the place for me?
Okay … I’ll be fine. And happy, too, knowing that the computer issue that stopped me cold in my tracks was really not that big a problem at all, and fixed by the nice folks at PC Medic in a couple of hours. Then it was back home, fired up and ready for action …
So, what’s been happening around here since I’ve been gone? Well, first things first, today is my birthday — and, no, I don‘t mean my blog birthday I mean the actual days I came slip-sliding out into the world just phumpity-phump-phump short years ago.
And, seeing that I lived yet another year, Carlos made plans to wine me and dine me last Saturday night, until we got The News a week ago Sunday. The News was that our dear friends, and former Round-The-Way-Gays — they are now the Further-Round-The-Way-Gays — David and Neal had decided to get married on the 24th after :::gasp::: a mere 31 years as a couple. Why the rush, I wanted to say, but, thankfully kept my mouth shut.
We have a mutual friend, Chuck, who is a licenses minister and he longed to perform the marriage ceremony for David and Neal and those two crazy kids were just gonna dash up to Chuck and Jeannie’s house and tie the knot all secretive and such. Then another friend, John, heard about that and suggested David and Neal get married is his and his husband Toby’s — they married last October 24th — backyard. It would be just a handful of people, until John began calling friends and inviting people and keeping it a secret.
It turned out to be about twenty or so friends and family who witnessed the wedding — making it my second same-sex wedding, though I never actually believed I’d ever see even one. There was champagne and red wine and white wine and champagne and then thankfully food and fun and cake and pictures and just a fabulous, fun, friendly, family day.
Congratulations David and Neal.
After the party, Carlos and I headed off to dinner at a local restaurant with a view of downtown Columbia and the river, to pre-celebrate the Day Of My Birth. And there was more wine and more martinis and pastas and a killer stacked salads and a delish Key Lime Pie for dessert. And the company of the sweetest man I’ve ever met. We don’t get out to nice diners — just the two of us — very often—so it was just a great evening sitting with Carlos and chatting with Carlos and laughing with Carlos and drinking martoonies with Carlos.
Of course, as happens, Sunday came around and the first thing I did was put my slippers on the wrong feet, so either I am officially old — and who said thirty was old? — or I was still reeling from champ-wine-tooni night. Luckily the computer was still ill because I doubt I’d have been able to slap together a concise yet cogent sentence — as if I’ve ever done that — about anything at all.
So, that was the weekend, with fun, and fury, and fun, and now here I am, thinking of cutting myself open to count he rings and see how old I actually am …
… I think it’s somewhere between forty and death.