New job and a wedding...

I started my new job a couple of weeks ago. I'm not sure if the silence on my blog is due to the fact that I have been completely overwhelmed for the last two weeks or that the company I work for block every single site that may tempt you to communicate with anyone but your colleagues. The new job is great though - I'm loving the fresh stimulation of new programmes and people - but incredibly busy. It's a huge monthly magazine and a completely different style and target market than what I'm used to. And it's all done on a computer programme I'm not completely familiar with...

And, yes, they block facebook, twitter and oddly enough, gmail. That means I can't sign into my blog. It blocks the sign in section. So damn clever, these IT-types, but so strange for a publishing house. Oh well, I'll have to get into a new routine with posting.

Now onto the good stuff.

I get married in two weeks today! Yep, it's finally around the corner. Two weeks and counting down to the day my dad sees me kiss a man.

that's probably the thing that's concernng me the most. The people coming to the wedding obviously have no problem with the fact that we're boys in love (or else they wouldn't be there - I hope) but that doesn't mean they're ready to watch us kiss. A friend or two have even expressed concern at it. Being fine with being gay doesn't mean they're ready to see us in action. Ahem.

So what should we do?

As the minister declares: "You may now kiss your groom," do we have a quick pause and flash up a PG sign? Do I turn to my dad with an apologetic look before tonguing my man.

Ew.

Can't believe I typed that, I would never do that. Does it mean that Fj and i do the quickest peck known to mankind? Will we be the first couple to hug instead of kiss. Or should we just shake hands while we sheepishly wish we could kiss and smile at the onlookers, clapping in relief?

Or do we throw caution to the wind and let people deal with their own fears and perceptions of what's normal. After all, they haven't eaten yet so we may only hear dry heaves.

Can you tell I've been stewing on this?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyywwaaaaaayyyyy..

The wedding is full steam ahead. Outfits ready - check! Big phallic candle for the centre of the ceremony - check! Medic (for the father's possible passing out in horror) on standby - check! Fabulous food and wine - check! Abba - check! Madonna - check!

All too exciting... let the countdown begin!