A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Wedding

Seriously, does this rainbow glaze make my face look fat?
                          Seriously, does this rainbow glaze make my face look fat?

A great many of my Facebook friends have covered their profile pics in a rainbow gel.  They’re ecstatic about the supreme court’s decision to legalize same sex marriage all across the land.    Of course, my Facebook friends are a diverse bunch and others are very upset with the decisions of the POTUS and the SCOTUS.  As for me, I’ve got more of a problem with the highest court in the land being referred to by an acronym which is just a few letters away from being a ball bag.

As I drove around running errands the other day, I wondered if the I’d be able to detect any change in the world of suburbia now that any two consenting adults could marry.  I didn’t notice much.  Rainbows didn’t seem any more prevalent than before.  I didn’t come across any outdoor same-sex newlyweds having photos taken of themselves with their wedding parties.  Admittedly, it was a Monday, which is fairly rare choice of day for even the most non-traditional of nuptials.

At first glance, this vignette appeared to have some promise, but it turned out to be from a "Trailer Park Boys" themed party.  If you look closely, you'll see that the big lunk on the right is actually holding two beers - what a brute!
At first glance, this vignette appeared to have some promise, but it turned out to be from a “Trailer Park Boys” themed party. If you look closely, you’ll see that the big lunk on the right is actually holding two beers – what a brute!

To be honest, I wasn’t too surprised.  Suburbia is a substantial step away from the big city, where gay pride parades and loving same-sex couples are more than happy to openly express their joy in being finally legally permitted to marry.  I know that there are gay people in every corner of the world, they’re just a little less conspicuous in the land of soccer moms and malls.

Nope, nothing to report except the usual sights; people driving with cell phones plastered to their heads, others driving with their knees while employing both hands to text, still others driving while reading texts, possibly sent by the driver in the next lane.  Some cars had unrestrained children romping around in back seat, cute little traumatic brain injuries just waiting to happen.  It was tough to see many of these folks because they were swerving around me doing 15 or 20 miles an hour over the speed limit.  At the supermarket, someone was parked in a handicapped parking spot but didn’t have the appropriate placard on their car.

It struck me as somewhat ironic that so many people seem to either be terribly upset or wildly overjoyed about what it now officially legal, but so many seem oblivious as to what it means to actually obey the law.

That’s what I get for going on Facebook in the first place.  I should have just paid attention to the road and left the computer off.