So me and the Mrs. celebrated ten years of wedded bliss and badness on Friday. It was legit Midwestern potluck picnic, beach side, complete with brats, corn on the cob and two salads featuring mayo as the main ingredient.
Twenty friends drank a succession of alcoholic beverages in support of our union as the children searched for rocks in the sand. Minnesota Mary's new beau put his laptop and speakers on the top of his giant SUV and backed it up to the picnic site. Toddlers danced to Freddy Mercury and Ike, the baby, chased bubbles in the grass.
The cake was store-bought chocolate and the champagne was Brut. Polly made freshly caught whitefish and trout. Stephanie barbecued some turkey legs. All in all, it was a perfect day for two lesbos and their peeps.
I'm thinking about marriage as Polly sleeps. Ours, that is. It was an amazing wedding weekend back in 1998, albeit bittersweet. Several family members boycotted the event, and others were sad that we hadn't given them more credit, and an invite. And the fact that our country would not recognize our marriage made us feel untethered and insecure.
Sometimes marriage, your commitment to stay together, is all that keeps you from cashing it in. Hard times come to all; part of what helps you hang in is a firm grasp on the bigger picture and your eyes on the prize. Even though our union wasn't legal we still held fast to our heartfelt vows in troubled times like a rope pulling us to safety.
I had this idea for a documentary. Five gay couples chosen at random wait to get married at a Las Vegas wedding chapel. Since they can't, they watch. The first five hetero couples that come through to tie the knot become part of the documentary. We follow all ten couples for one year to see who stays together. Any guesses on how it might turn out?
Ten years of faithfulness, loyalty, love, laughter, meltdowns, problems, miracles, moves, changes, worries, successes, adversity, joy, and absolute devotion, and we don't have access to 1,000+ rights and protections that drunken total strangers are automatically granted after getting married at a drive-thru wedding chapel in Vegas.
If you're not outraged, you should be.
And if you'd like to help us get hitched "for realz" click on this link to donate, get educated, and to learn how to write the powers that be.
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