Tomorrow, I’m off to Dixie - well, Virginia, to be precise - for my mom’s wedding. My uncle and his wife have flown in from Vietnam, and my aunt and cousin have come over from California, so it’s going to be a bit of a random family event. Mom left me a voicemail the other day informing me that, after Woody’s daughter reads some kind of religious passage (why, I don’t know, because neither Mom nor Woody are religious), I’m to read something about ‘the meaning of marriage.’ I hope I get to take a look at it first, just so that I know, and approve, exactly what I’m to be saying. You know.

Anyway, it should be a nice event. I’m taking Meg along as my date, which will make things interesting. How better to come out to the whole family than at a family member’s wedding? Haha. Although, chances are everyone knows already. That’s the nature of my family. We have big mouths. It’s genetic, I think.

And I’ve got a pretty dress to wear, too. That’s always fun. It’s been awhile since I’ve had the opportunity to wear one. Could it be a year ago already, at the graduation ball?