Here's to the Laddies Who Brunch

Sunday, Stephen went out for brunch with my parents (35 points in one sitting; i don't wanna talk about it). while sitting around chit chatting, we inevitably started talking about the wedding (after we discussed my brother and his family). i updated mom on the latest info:

• we found a color for Jenn and Donna (our "groomsmaids") to choose a dress from. check it out at David's Bridal; the color is "Wine". we're confident that both ladies will look lovely in it and since it comes in all the styles, there's bound to be a couple they like. the next step is picking out jewelry, as their thank you gift. we're thinking something in Swarowsk, with glittering crystals of white and burgundy: long necklace and earrings. that is, unless we happen to know someone who can make beautiful jewelry...we'd much rather buy it from an artist/friend...
• We've still haven't done a proper "tasting" at the hall. when we 1st went, the owner was all, "come in any night and i'll give you some take-out to try! anything you wanna try, just lemme know". we called in December and he told stephen that they were holding a "wedding expo" in February and that all the couples who were booked would be invited to a group tasting; they'd call us when they had a firm date. it's now march and we still haven't heard or tasted anything. am i nervous? not yet.
• as we started talking about the honeymoon, mom asked how we were getting to the airport. when we said we'd cab it (because we're taking the earliest flight available, the day after the wedding and wouldn't wanna inconvenience anyone), she asked why we weren't just staying at a hotel by the airport! neither one of us had thought of this and were blown away by it's logical simplicity. mom saves the day again!

we really had alot of fun at brunch. the food was fantastic (if you're ever on Staten Island, gawdfabbid, i recommend you check out the Hilton's spread). it's always great to know how much my parents like stephen and vice versa. i was really concerned about that when we met; loving a gay son is one thing, but welcoming into the family the guy who fucks that son up the ass is quite another. but welcome him they have, with open arms and hearts. my mom tells me quite often (and usually after we all go out to dinner or brunch together) how much they both adore him and think that we're perfect together.

that makes me happier than they could ever know.