A thing that is weird is: nearly every single day someone stumbles upon this blog by searching for some variant of “is dallas braden gay.” Sure enough, if you search for that, the first hit is this post I made awhile back after Braden threw his perfect game and I for some reason decided to make a post connecting all that to gay marriage. I wonder, is a small collection of disparate people out there, each wondering if Braden is gay? Or is it one guy who typed it in once, and now that’s just the way he accesses the blog on a daily basis? Or is that guy – or gal – hoping for some sort of daily news on the subject? I also get “is dallas braden married,” which leads to the same post.
Ah, the internet. So young. Its whole life ahead of it. Reminds me of when I was a wee lad, constantly wondering if my favorite sports stars were gay and/or married.
ANYWAY* my wonderfully great college chum Mary is tying the knot on Fishers Island, a little isle of under 300 people at the eastern end of Long Island Sound. The wedding is taking place on that most romantic of days, September 11th, which always raises eyebrows but also lowers cost, so we have a sort of “raise-lower” equilibrium going on there. Jessica and I just bought our tickets, and since she’s a teacher we could really only take one day off, which means a Thursday night red-eye and a Sunday evening return – a whirlwind mini-vacation.
*[It dawned on me that many of my posts begin with something, then I say “anyway” or some such thing, and then I get to the meat of the post, which is generally unrelated. I have therefore tasked Drew with creating an ANYWAY emblem, which I will display proudly as I awkwardly segue from one topic to another.]
Mary is one of those people that everyone likes, because she’s kind and gentle and has a transparent warmth around her that is impossible to miss. She is one of my most favorite friends. In college, we lived on the same hall together as “sponsors” – sophomores living on a hallway of freshmen, sort of like an RA but without any of the responsibilities. Some funny things about Mary are that she used to study naked in her room with the door locked, and she used to ask me to go through her voicemails and jot down important details because she had so many that she couldn’t bear to listen to them herself.
It’s been a lot of fun discussing wedding planning with Mary; aside from Suzanne, she’s the only friend I have who is also currently planning one. Unless I’m forgetting someone obvious? I have a nagging feeling that I am. If so, speak up! Let yourself be known! Your silence only incriminates you further. Also, I’m talking about IRL* friends, not my new e-chums like Angie and Lizzie and the rest of those great ladies.
*[Since I know my mom is going to ask, IRL means “In Real Life.” With the advent of internet friends and in fact entire communities, the need for a snappy acronym – a snapronym – has arisen.]
Mary organized her wedding in a lot less time than I have, and still is managing to throw a huge awesome party on an island. To get there, I’m flying into the Hartford, CT airport – actually located in Windsor Locks – and renting a car and driving to New London, where I’ll hop a ferry to the island.
Her enfianced Dominic is a great dude who I thoroughly approve of as Mary’s husband-to-be. I’m not sure if he knows this, but when the two of them were in the wooing stages (before I’d ever met him), I used to make cutesy little variations of his name just to annoy Mary; I’d ask, “Hey, How’s Dommy-Wommy doing?” or “Tell me about the Domster! The Dominizer! The Dommity Ding Dong Dombelino!” She’d laugh, but it was a nervous laugh. The laugh of thieves. Not that Mary is a thief. But I think they probably laugh nervously. Right?
ANYWAY (there it is again), the entire point of all this is: Mary asked me to play guitar during her ceremony. Isn’t that nice? I think it’s nice. I’m very excited. This will actually be my third time playing during a ceremony, which might be enough to put it on my resume. The first time was at an aviary where one cage of birds didn’t like a particular guitar piece and let me know it by squawking horribly and causing me to improvise mid-ceremony, which I like to think happened seamlessly. The second was at the Sierra Nevada wedding I’ve blogged about a few times. I seem to have no photos of me playing during the actual ceremony – I swear I really did – but here’s one of me practicing in a field by the lake:
So: that’s pretty cool. I have some ideas of what to play – something pretty and flowy and sparkly and acoustic-y and fingerpicky – and I’m sure I’ll talk it over with Mary a bunch in the coming weeks. Over the summer I’ll post some of my music, which I need to do more often anyway.
It’s an honor to be asked to be part of the wedding, and I can’t wait.