My friends got married, in the small town where she grew up. Everything at the wedding was made by people they knew, from dresses to half a cow to the table wine. We danced on dirt and plywood floors, toasted the bride, and charmed the extended family by helping clean up. We were no-plus-ones and closed down the bar underneath our $30 per night room. That they are really happy and perfect for each other was reassuring. The production that is a wedding, even a low key small town wedding with paper plates, less so.
Late that night my two friends were having an argument about whether they could ever live together. A cattle farmer who was at the wedding remarked, "it's like Will and Grace. But, of course, you're not gay!" But my friend actually is gay, gay, gay and not particularly stealth about it. We tittered and didn't correct, though our ranching friend must not be too homophobic if he understands the dynamics on Will and Grace.
RBH had a fairly significant career breakthrough today, from our phone conversation. I'm really happy he's getting what he wants but will be relieved when he moves home next weekend. I guess we're about to be serious in the sense that I will be specifically visiting on weekends and sometimes staying at his house for a week when I'm in his city for work. I'm not ready to be common law, and we're not moving in together, but I think I am ready for this.
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