My Gay Wedding: Postponed Indefinitely, Forever

Today would have been our 39th anniversary  

    The party was in one of those apartments where everything is white, with chrome accents. The people were all way too beautiful, like the cast of a Ralph Lauren commercial: high cheekbones, perfect hair, classically simple attire.

     Why was I there? I felt like a runt. I poured a tumbler of Tanqueray and skulked about, looking for some kindred spirits.

    The door to a bedroom was ajar, and I could hear the appealing murmur of serious conversation. Little did I realize how serious it would become.