On Saturday evening I attending an extremely lovely wedding. I know that weddings are often described in glowing terms, but I'm rarely one to do so. They're often too long, boring, and (for my tastes at least) gushingly sentimental. The food usually isn't that great. People make rambling, drunken toasts. And so on.
Our friends Bob and Angie's wedding was nothing like that. The guests had a wonderful time, and more importantly, it was clear that the couple at the center of the event were also having a delightful evening. The food was good, too. Class act all the way, without ever being stuffy.
I rarely think about marriage for Darren and me, our attending that big anti-Prop 8 rally notwithstanding. I do often think about the fact that we aren't granted the same the civil rights enjoyed by our straight married friends, but I almost never imagine us at the center of a wedding ceremony.
During Bob and Angie's wedding, I found myself wishing--really for the first time--that Darren and I could stand up in front of friends and family and exchange vows. However, I won't consider doing it until we can have out marriage be legally binding, whether that is here in Minnesota after some sea-change if our not-quite-blue-enough blue state, or in some other state our country, should we ever take the big step of moving elsewhere.
I expected the wedding to be a pleasure, and it was. But I didn't expect it to get me thinking.