Hoo.. fuckin... ray!!!
Now my friends who got married three years ago in Boston, if they move back to Boston, are legally married. And then there are my friends from California who got gay married five years ago during that short one month window of legality out there. Unfortunately for me, I do not want to get married. Seriously, I do not want to do that. I have lived for sixty three years as a single person and I don't see any reason to change that now.
As soon as MSNBC announced the SCOTUS decision, Mark started planning our wedding.
"We can get married in Chicago at the Drake Hotel, overlooking the Oak Street Beach. Oh, or at that Peninsula Hotel." He gushed.
"But I don't wanna get married... " I whimpered, as tears filled my eyes.
Geez, the look I got from Mark. Like I had just punched him in the gut. Here's the thing. I hate weddings (all you nephews and nieces had still better invite me). They are just another version of a party, and I really hate parties. So anyway, I finally told Mark that on my death bed I might re-visit this marriage thing. In fact I might re-visit it sooner than that. I'll have to check, but if I can get survivor benefits from Social Security I just might do the dirty deed when Mark turns retirement age.