I feel like I am in a perpetual state of wedding plans.

No you all haven’t missed anything, I only have the same ring (that I liked and put on myself).

One of my oldest friends (and one time guest blogger) April A  is getting married in T-28 days¹ and your girl is serving up some Maid of Honor flavor.

✔ The Bridal Shower is Done (chiiiiile that is a story I will have to tell over drinks)
✔ The Dress is On and Popping (chiiiiile that is another story I will have to tell over the second round of drinks)
✔ The Post Wedding Toast is ready to go (kinda… hell I am creative… and probably will be drunk)

Anyway since I am in wedding overload, of course, my brain wandered over to my own nuptials².

I was always that girl that wanted a cathedral train and a bevy of attendants ready to help me get down the aisle. I just knew it would be conducted at my childhood church, where I had played under pews and received at least two of my most memorable whoopings³.

Certain things were for sure. My mom would cry. My brothers would fight over who walks me down the aisle. ⁴ I would look freaking beautiful in my dazzling white gown and someone that loved me would be waiting to make me theirs (and vice versa of course). I will say that at the time I pictured them wearing Flip Top glasses and craving prune cobbler… but I digress⁵

Fine judge me…

Then life changed and I was able to make honest decisions about how and who I wanted to love. And though it opened me up to the possibility of a true partnership and forever family, I kinda gave up on my dream wedding. There was no wedding for me. Lesbians did commitment ceremonies, which just isn’t the same thing * shrugs *. My mom even gave me access to “Kristi’s wedding savings account” because as she cavalierly (and admittedly coldly) said… I didn’t need one.

Now this was after the Coming Out redux situation, and she has grown more since then but… yeah that’s what she said.

*Off topic alert*

Fast forward another 5 years and she is asking me when I am going to make her grandbabies and giving me advice on how to make things work with my EX-gf. 

Hearts sure do soften when you realize my clock is running out of sand.

And if there was ANY question about my response to her EX advice, I said in my best Bishop  Bullwinkle voice,  “HELL TO THE NAH NAH NAH”

Stay on target Kristi. Stay on target.⁶

So yeah… thanks to POTUS and the (mostly)rich (mostly)white gays that made the repeal of DOMA possible, I am thinking about my own nuptials. And while my mother will still cry and my brothers still fight over me, there are very few things that I am still certain of.

Where will it be? It can’t be at my church (or most churches), so who needs a cathedral train? My bevy of attendants has dwindled down to maybe 5 who would be willing to participate. And I am too old and my blog too detailed to dare wear white. The only thing I have left is the hope that the person I love will be at the other end. I guess that is what it is all about anyway.

Hmm maybe courthouse ceremony with a kick ass after party it is.

What are you wedding dreams? Or for those with both ball and chain, what did you do?

Kristi K is the K of the KWord. She is a part-time blogger and full-time lezzie. Born, bred and cultivated in Dade county, you can usually find her sipping super juice at a local hole in the wall bar or stirring up trouble on Twitter at @kristiweb.