All growns up

This weekend, Delta and I head to Miami (I mean, if the NYC snowstorm gawds allow flights to take off) for Milo's wedding.

This is the same Milo that once said to Doobie, "on a scale of one to ten, I rate your ass a six and mine at least an eight."

Yes, apparently even scoundrels like that can sometimes find someone in life who's willing to take them in. And now here he is, all growns up and ready to say "I do".

The dress code is "formal", which of course has me in a tizzy as anything does which requires me to change out of my customary jeans and sneakers. And maybe it's Milo's wedding and all, but of course, this is all about me.

I was mentioning all of this to Metro the other day, and he filled me in that this weekend is one of the biggest gay party weekends in the country, and it's taking place in Miami.
"You're going to see a lot of goodlooking men" he sagely advised.
Hardly anything to complain about, infact quite the contrary. Besides, this time I'm wholly prepared, after my weekend at the biker conention in Provincetown.