Sunday, June 30, 2013
As you may already know, Kenny Mac at Greenwich Village Daily Photo and I are engaged, and we're deeply in love. Which worries certain members of my family, as I've never actually met Kenny Mac. But I think that works in our favor.
The wedding date remains elastic. There's so much to plan! In my previous marriages, there were only two of us, and we celebrated our nuptials with jello shots at the slot machine. I never had to worry about gold band versus mood ring, banjo or boombox, Fritos or Doritos. Now, my head is spinning. Ralph's Breaded Shrimp, or Trader Joe's Smoked Oysters, or Von's Tuna Melts???? Wake me when this nightmare of pretentious elegance is over. My reach has now officially exceeded my grasp.
Men get off easy, don't they? They simply don't care about the details. For instance, my wedding gown. It took me ages to find the right plaid, but Ken just rifled through a few pages of a Sears Catalog and said, "C'est moi."
Kevin, at East of West LA, is best man.
Ushers -- Tony, Bandit, Earl, Pat reached a wardrobe-consensus.
Banjo is the lone hold-out.
Fortunately, I have a wedding planner. She's my rock.
I've got more to share -- bridesmaids, wedding feast, honeymoon.