Right now, I'm in a plushy hotel bed under a plushy comforter. Can you tell I like my sleep plushy? At the rehearsal tonight, one of the girls asked if V and I are sisters - a common question we get. I already knew from talking to the bride that she didn't want us to hide anything, and without any sort of setup, I squealed, "Married!" Maybe it was being around a wedding that brought it out, but I don't know. The poor girl's face was hilarious. She seemed totally fine with us being married, but it definitely came from left field; oops.
Then another girl looked confused when the bride mentioned that all her friends were married and couldn't catch her bouquet. She asked V and I if we were engaged, and I told her married, and V clarified "to each other." We both thought she knew, but hey, I'm always up for telling people I'm married. Gay-married, sorry. Don't want to confuse it with that holy God-ordained institution blessed by the Founding Fathers.
I'm sleepy, giggling, and somehow still snarky. Goodnight world!