I got an iphone awhile ago and it sits parked on my desk at work. It is my news source from 8:30 to 5:00.
On Wednesday I was frantically scrolling every few minutes and it wasn't long into my work day that I found out the Supreme Court's decision on gay marriage. There was nobody there to whoop and holler with (like Jude and Marian at my old job) so I emailed Mark and my friend and thanked Jesus that love kicked some ass first thing in the morning.
During those early days when we found out Will was gay and I wandered around like some lost dog, my neighbor called me over one evening when she saw me in the yard. "There's going to be an article about me and some of my friends in the New York Times," she said.
"The New York Times? What??!! How did you end up there?"
"Well, we're kind of politically active and get some good results so that's what they're focusing on in the piece. A bunch of Democrats in Middle America."
"That's so cool."
"There's another part to the story. It's gay men and women who are doing this. Getting people elected that will work on behalf of equality because here's the thing.............I'm gay."
"Oh, honey. We need to talk. Will is gay and I need somebody like you to help me out. I need a consultant because screwing this up is not an option."
Her eyes widened and she said, "So you're okay with this?"
"Okay??? I'm better than okay. In fact, this could be the best thing that's happened to me since that closet door swung open. Maybe not you because I might be knocking on your door every other day but we can work that out. I'll bring wine and you can be my gay-therapist-advisor-neighbor."
Since then she has met someone and they have lived next door to us for years. We adore them. We invite them to parties, Easter dinner, Maggie and Nate's wedding. They send over cocktails in the middle of a Sunday afternoon that make us have to nap for awhile after.
Yesterday was my turn. I took over a bottle of wine with this note.................
Do you need a bridesmaid?