"The only other time everyone you love will assemble in one place is at your funeral."

I would just like to take a moment to praise New York magazine. Despite its Gotham-centric angle, it is consistently a solidly written magazine with thought provoking features on issues that certainly go beyond the five boroughs. Yesterday I referenced reading "The Lesbian Bride's Handbook" from their Sex & Love issue and how it influenced one of my more interesting dreams of late. What I should have said is that I only read a couple of paragraphs before bed, wanting to save the rest for reading on the subway.

I would also like to take a moment to say that I'm not one for mushy sentimentality, but PMS tends to reduce me to either Ms. Cranky McBitch or a blubbering girl. It was the later version that manifested itself this morning as I finished reading the previously mentioned New York magazine article. Then I started getting all misty eyed in that sort of way that a girl gets when she thinks about love, babies, and frolicking kittens. Reading about the author's "It's not a wedding! It's a party about love!" commitment ceremony, I realized that I wanted one too. Especially after reading this line:

"We just wanted a big, awesome party where everyone could meet and go bananas. It’s a special opportunity, you know: The only other time everyone you love will assemble in one place is at your funeral."

God, I swear I was going to cry right then and there on the 4 train.

"And I do not believe in crummy parties. I believe in glamour. I believe that when you are on your deathbed clinging to the murk of your memories, some will stay with you purely on the power of atmosphere: the way a punch bowl looked surrounded by daisies at your 5th-birthday party, the feel of a certain set of blue sheets the first time you traveled alone. There was no way I was going to let this thing be shoddy—some pathetic hers-and-hers imitation of the real thing or some vaguely patchouli-scented ceremony. If I was going to have a party about love, it was going to be the classiest party about love ever."

Amen, sister!

Before you write me off as a girly girl that has some deep seated need for heteronormality, I will first point to my PMS for blame and then swear to you that gay marriage and babies are low on my list of things to accomplish. However everyone likes a party about love -- even Ms. Cranky McBitch.

So OFAG? Consider it relaunched, motherfuckers.