Gina and I flew to Colorado this past weekend for a wedding. On the shuttle on the way to the actual ceremony, someone asked, "So how many weddings has everyone been to this year?"
A young guy in front of us whose girlfriend was in the wedding confessed that this was his fourth.
A long haired theater kid said this was only his third, but that he was going to two more before the year would be over.
Behind us, a married friend of ours marveled that this was only their second of the year.
I looked and Gina and said, "Yeah, this is our first of the year."
A fashionable (gay) guy sitting next to us said, "My friends aren't really the marrying type."
Gina laughed and said, "Ours either." I added, "The two friends we have that ARE the marrying type have found each other, luckily."
The two friends are Lisa and Allyson. Our first gay wedding ever. I met Lisa about two years ago, and subsequently her girlfriend Allyson, and there never were two people more suited for each other. As a gay girl myself, I go back and forth about gay weddings. I feel like it would be hard for me to take it seriously if it were my own. I've said it before, and I'll say it again - gay marriage is weird. Not bad. Not destructive. Just different. Wonderful, amazing, beautiful, and a little weird. But this wedding was so perfect... And Colorado might be my new favorite place:
Allyson and mom:
Lisa and parents:
Fun around Colorado: