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.
*Clearly, I'm bias but it really was a damn good affair.