nfotxn | My First 100% Legit Gay Wedding

Richard and David are now totally gay married. It was a short "I do, let's eat" service at City Hall where I played some Viola. Then off to the Church Street Diner whereat there was fantastic catering, an open bar, cute babies and hot guys. I do remember wearing the garnish off my salad behind my ear as a symbol of my bachelorhood, feeling up the Nadia the goth chick undertaker's fish nets in the limo... STILL SINGLE AND HORNY. Need nothing more be said.

I found myself a player in the game of One Gay Degree of The Bingham Cup. Two gays showed up kilted and ready to have girls kiss their asses with lipstick. They were of course players in Muddy York and totally hot-ogamous. I was of course all "Oh I know a guy who dated Mark Bingham. Yeah! Can I kiss your ass too? I'm not wearing ladies lipstick though.. oh.. ok... yes I'm not a lady."

It's not that the weekend was entirely forlorn. The party was great, and the weather on Sunday was glorious. I went leather shopping with the brides and almost got sold on a vest. Lady Ms. North Bound Sales Associate was really doing the whole love trance hard sale thing on me. But three digits for a clothing item I don't really want the week before pay day? Um no. Leather is so gay.

Gayed out on the street, avoided the Eagle BBQ/Beerbust and returned home. Went to poker with the heterosexualists and the Europe-returned Bond Street Twins. All three of them had bought bongs and were heart set on launching bottles of Coca-cola with Mentos as a fuel catalyst in a nearby field. Jackasses.