My second cousin is marrying a former reality-show cast member and having a sponsored wedding next month at a Brooklyn Cyclones baseball game. Imagine my surprise at seeing the New York Times pick this up. So cool.
[Update: Gothamist has it too.]
My second cousin is marrying a former reality-show cast member and having a sponsored wedding next month at a Brooklyn Cyclones baseball game. Imagine my surprise at seeing the New York Times pick this up. So cool.
[Update: Gothamist has it too.]
We’re heading south this morning for a long weekend with Matt’s family: we’re going to the suburbs of Chattanooga, Tennessee to stay with Matt’s parents, with a side trip to Auburn, Alabama for his brother’s wedding reception – more of an informal party, really, with a Hawaiian theme. I might blog, I might not. We’re back Tuesday. (And on Wednesday night we have tickets to this, where we’ll be up in the balcony with all the D-list gays.)
Have a nice weekend.
Am I allowed to write that I would like to hunt down George W. Bush, the president of the United States, and kill him with my bare hands?
An “instant classic” (how I hate that phrase) about freedom of speech and freedom of thought.