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Signed! Love is the Law!
May. 15th, 2013 09:31 amYesterday, despite the WTF 90 degree tempuratures, Mason and I braved the crowds at the capitol to witness history in the making. Shawn was home for the afternoon, having come with us to Como Zoo earlier, but as she's such an extreme introvert that she faints in large crowds, she stayed home. Good call, I think, because it was REALLY crowded.
We were never close enough to actually see our governor sign the bill into law, but we could hear his less-than-rousing-but-still-wildly-cheered speech. Poor Governor Dayton, he's just not a spit fire. He's got such a good heart, but he always looks and sounds like such a sad sack.
Anyway, Mason did what he does at any major historical event:
I think in the future, when his children (if he has any) ask him, "Papa, where were you when...?" Mason will have to scratch his chin and say, "Oh, I was there. I remember, because I was reading XX by X." They'll say, "What was it like, Papa?" And, he'll have to shrug and say, "Oh, it's a great book...." but have NO OTHER MEMORY OF THE ENTIRE HISTORICAL MOMENT.
But, honestly, the actual memories are: it was stupid hot. There were too many bodies all pressed together. Oh, and ima got a little misty-eyed when the bill was actually signed.
And, then, I should tell you all, I had the first dream of my entire twenty-eight some years with Shawn of CHEATING ON HER. I think that probably the idea of marriage has utterly freaked out my subconscious, and I'm now trying to break up with her on the astral plane.
(Republican secret agenda: freak out long-term GBLT couples.)
We were never close enough to actually see our governor sign the bill into law, but we could hear his less-than-rousing-but-still-wildly-cheered speech. Poor Governor Dayton, he's just not a spit fire. He's got such a good heart, but he always looks and sounds like such a sad sack.
Anyway, Mason did what he does at any major historical event:
I think in the future, when his children (if he has any) ask him, "Papa, where were you when...?" Mason will have to scratch his chin and say, "Oh, I was there. I remember, because I was reading XX by X." They'll say, "What was it like, Papa?" And, he'll have to shrug and say, "Oh, it's a great book...." but have NO OTHER MEMORY OF THE ENTIRE HISTORICAL MOMENT.
But, honestly, the actual memories are: it was stupid hot. There were too many bodies all pressed together. Oh, and ima got a little misty-eyed when the bill was actually signed.
And, then, I should tell you all, I had the first dream of my entire twenty-eight some years with Shawn of CHEATING ON HER. I think that probably the idea of marriage has utterly freaked out my subconscious, and I'm now trying to break up with her on the astral plane.
(Republican secret agenda: freak out long-term GBLT couples.)