Pride: This past weekend I saw tons and tons of gay people at NYC Pride. It was awesome! I will post some pictures when the time is right (aka, when I actually get some time). NYC Pride has such a fantastically long parade that the sky actually had time to rain about 5 different times, with huge blocks of hot dry sun in between the downpours. I'd say we started watching about 1 pm and at 6:30 the last gay parader crossed the finish line. Long? Yes. Worth it? Yes. Even in the pouring rain? Yes.
Bride: Hot damn! B and I picked out our menu last night. I like food, I like food, a lot, but I really like drinks. We have decided on a signature drink, as it's called, sounds awfully pretentious to me - it's just a mojito, but whatever. Batches of this signature drink will be mixed up for our guests (umm, me) to enjoy! Can't wait. The freshness, the mintyness, the rumness, I can just taste it now. I can just see it now.....
However, in order for me not to fall over from too many signature drinks, we also have to have food. I plan on choosing the steak from our selection of steak, salmon, and vegetarian (hmmm, I don't actually know what the vegetarian option is, I didn't even bother to read the description, note to self: read the description. Shows how interested I am in that option). B plans on choosing the salmon. And, I hope everyone chooses the salmon or the veg, because they are less expensive than my savory steak. Look at me: trying to help the folks protect their pocketbook.
B and I have also chosen our photographer! I am even more excited about him than I am about the signature drink (odd). His work is gorgeous and he is looking forward to shooting his first same-sex wedding (yes, I like the term same-sex wedding more than gay wedding too, girls: Board Name Change). As I have said before in this journal, I love color! And so does our photographer. Check out his blog too: http://rcjonesphotography.blogspot.com/.
This weekend B and I are off to Maine to be wedding guests. I have to remember not to inundate B with wedding talk or she may open the car door and quietly drop out during our 7.5 hour drive.
Journal of a signature drink blogger.