Mawwiage.

Well, my sister got married yesterday, and I want to document a little part at least, so I leave you with my speech at the reception:

As Kellie’s older sister, it’s always been my job to give her advice – even if it’s unsolicited.  But when it comes to Kellie, I’m not *completely* hopeless – I often lead by bad example.    Seriously though, one of the strongest bonds my sister and I have is the years and years of talking, either in our bedrooms as children, or on the phone for hours as adults.

I knew my sister had found the right person when the tables turned – and I was the one asking for advice.

Kellie and Paul have amazing communication, and a way of making each other feel safe that I’ve  never seen before.  My sister has been my best friend my entire life, and while I’m not willing to give up that title, I’m proud to share it, because it’s obvious Kellie is truly marrying her best friend today.  You both have all my love and I wish you the very best.

Yeah, that about sums it up.  It was really a beautiful day.  I cried the whole time, pretty much.

Review in the Stranger.

Finally.  I’m glad it was good.  For us, heh.

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=291222

Content:

Every Thursday night, Noc Noc (1516 Second Ave) hosts the Sinner Saint Burlesque show. The crowd is more lascivious than Can Can’s; there are frattish men paging through swinger magazines and skeezy guys with long-lensed cameras trying to arrange private photo shoots. But the dancers are fantastic, and things get about as risqué as the law allows. Standouts include The Shanghai Pearl simulating masturbation by fingering a giant novelty rose that barely covers her crotch, and the shocked look on Ravenna Black’s face every time she sheds a piece of clothing.

Dane Ballard, a modern-day Mr. Entertainment, hosts the Sinner Saint Burlesque. In between acts, Ballard tells corny, blue jokes about MySpace and handjobs. He even strips while singing a song called “Here Comes the Snake”—the only performer I’ve seen who manages to sing and strip at the same time, making him a perfect candidate for a bi-lesque or boylesque troupe.

Love.

I am in love.  Really real love, the kind I’ve never been in before, always hoped existed and have never been more certain of.  Everything else, that other stuff that I thought was love, pales in comparison.   It’s so wonderful, in fact, that I can hardly write about it because I will so quickly turn into one of those people we all hate.  All of me wants to tell you though, that this man that I love is like no man I’ve met in my whole life, and in my eyes, everyone on the planet should be lucky enough to meet him even for a moment, because his heart is of gold and his eyes are of fire, and his temperament is just, caring, loving and good.

My heart has finally been captured, completely and wholly.