2009-05-25 
 

mike vs. insomnia

So it's four in the morning and I can't seem to fall asleep. M and E are visiting, and that's exciting, but it also means an early morning tomorrow so sleeping right now would be a good thing. Not sure if it's the change in weather, the wedding yesterday messing with my schedule, or just an overactive brain keeping me awake.

I spent the past half hour running through the 90's in my head. Graduation, coming out, Overlook, NEMC, San Francisco, Chevron and so on. The people I met, the things I did. The trip down memory lane was intended to tire me out and allow me to drift off into dreamland, but it invigorated me instead. So here I am tapping away on the blog for the first time in well over a month.

Cambridge is wonderful so far. There's still a few boxes left to unpack, but most things have found new spaces to occupy in our new place. Loving the fact that we can walk places again. Loving having a big kitchen. Loving the feeling that we've pulled out of neutral and are on the path again. Walton was good for us in many ways, but we both felt the desire to move on to the next stage later last year and patience has never been my strong suit.

Funny story, unrelated to move. Last night at the wedding, I was joking with my cousin that she would be next to get married and she got me back by mentioning that she'd heard G and I were getting married in September. (This was a bit of a surprise to both of us since we've never said anything definitive.) We had thought, quite some time ago, that his parent's coming out for a visit in September might be the one time that we'd have both parents together, but they're going to be here during the weekdays.

The thing is, I really do feel like we've been married since October of 2002, when we first exchanged rings...just the two of us with only God watching. When times have been tough, I've always known that running away is not an option because over six years ago I made a commitment to G for life. We didn't need any legally sanctioned ceremony to make that true for us.

That said, the piece of paper does matter for any number of pretty important legal reasons, and we wouldn't mind making it official. It would be nice to call him my husband again without causing confusion. (Back in 02 we could use the term and be making a political statement. Now, being in MA, people assume it means we went through the whole shebang.)

Oy. The shebang bugs both of us. We're a little too pragmatic to want to spend a boatload of money on anything big, but can't quite see our way around doing something. Our joke, ever since it actually became recognized in MA, was that we would make it official when we first bought a house since That's when we'd actually need new stuff and the gifts would be a fair trade...but I suddenly don't want to wait anymore.

Don't be surprised if we run off and get the certificate on our own. Some form of celebration can come at a later date, but getting the piece of paper just makes a certain truth official that we've both known for years.

Labels: dose of mikey, g, the gay

* posted by me at 3:54 AM

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