Tie o’ the Day #1 tied one on last night. This disheveled sight is what I found this morning when I went searching for the first Tie o’ the Day. Look at it: sleeping in, in a drunken stupor. The shame of it! Bad tie! (Also, observe the swell mustache pillowcase Suzanne made me. I’m spoiled.)
Speaking of being bad…On the I’m-trying-to-be-good subject…I do try very hard to be on The Good Side, in terms of my daily interactions with the world. Yesterday, as I was going through some files, I discovered the paperwork and certificate that designates me as minister in the Progressive Universal Life Church. I had forgotten I am a real Reverend. About a decade ago, I went online and became one for around $20. Yes, it’s real and legal.
I became a minister as a form of protest, before gay marriage was legal. As a minister, I could legally “marry” straight couples, as in perform and make legal their marriages. But I could not “marry” my partner I’ve lived with for decades. It was a quiet kind of protest, but I made my point. Small things matter, even in the scheme of bigly, humongous things.
Now I have to find an appropriate spot in the house to hang my official Reverend certificate. And if you know of anyone seeking a minister to hitch them, I’m available. I will, of course, wear a Tie o’ the Day when I officiate at the ceremony.👔