On the heels of the biggest gain in LGBT history with the striking down of DOMA, I'm proud to be ushered in as one of the many happy married couples to receive the best wedding gift ever: Federal recognition of my recent nuptials. Sure beats a gravy boat. Thanks SCOTUS!
My big, fat gay wedding took place just two weeks ago in New York State. Though I'd had my doubts about whether marriage was for me, I came to realize just how radical the statement, "This is my wife" could be. I even went a step further and became a bridezilla during the many months of the event planning process (I'm still apologizing to the wife).
We decided on a "picnic casual" soiree at a beautiful gay-owned restored 1860's barn near Woodstock, New York called Barn on the Pond. With a custom-designed loft interior and a fire pit build for group s'mores, a hammock with a queen-sized memory foam mattress (did I mention the property is gay-owned?), and three acres of land perfect for badminton and boccie, and where guests could pitch a tent and stay the night, the setting was idyllic for us to declare our ever-lasting, now-legal love for one another with our nearest and dearest paying witness.
Throw in the weather holding out (thank you gay weather gods!), a caterer with panache for a chic BBQ (and very reasonable pricing) and one of the most talented bands I've ever heard "fueled by sheer guts and know how," Megan Jean and The KFB (step aside Adele, this voice will blow you right off the charts), we had ourselves a beautiful little shindig and the best damn wedding I've ever been to!*
Most importantly, perhaps, was the surprising amount of support we felt from conservative, religious and otherwise questionable friends and family who came despite our concerns they might not, and I think some of them even had some fun.
Check out some images below from our big gay day, and stay tuned for more on our big, gay honeymoon.
Barn on the Pond, Saugerties, New York
Using the land as our decor, some simple chalkboard helped to "cute" up the setting
Simple wild flower arrangements placed in beer and soda bottles that we collected for the occasion were our main decor.
Outdoor games like badminton and boccie entertained both kids and adults alike.
The brides marched down the aisle in typical fashion to the tune of "here comes the bride"
The brother of the brides yelled out, "Stop the music! Something's not right!"
The not-at-all-femme brides realized the err of their ways and ripped off their tearaway wedding dresses to reveal their comfortable, "picnic casual" attire.
And then they said "We do."
They proceeded to get pummeled by their nearest and dearest (who needs butterflies or rice or bubbles when god invented silly string?).
Megan Jean and the KFB
*Clearly, I'm bias but it really was a damn good affair.