Just a bunch of really butch guys getting pedicures before
hitting the bars and scoring with some MILFs.

Bells will ring
The sun will shine
(whoa-whoa-whoa)
I’ll be his and
He’ll be mine
We’ll love until
The end of time
And we’ll never be lonely anymore

Here in California it’s Gay Marriage Monday (to be followed by our usual Taco Tuesday) and the seas have not turned red, it’s not raining frogs, and God has yet to make an appearance telling us that we have been very very naughty creations and we are totally not getting an Evite to The Rapture and After-Rapture Rave.

So how did things go? I’m glad you asked:

The weddings began in a handful of locations around the state at exactly 5:01 p.m., the earliest time allowed by last month’s decision by the California Supreme Court legalizing same-sex marriage. Many more ceremonies will be held on Tuesday when all 58 counties will be issuing marriage licenses to same-sex couples.

In San Francisco, Del Martin, 87, and Phyllis Lyon, 84, longtime gay rights activists, were the first and only couple to be wed here, saying their vows in the office of Mayor Gavin Newsom, before emerging to a throng of reporters and screaming well-wishers.

Ms. Martin and Ms. Lyon, who have been together for more than 50 years, seemed touched, if a little amazed by all the attention.

“When we first got together we weren’t thinking about getting married,” Ms. Lyon said before cutting a wedding cake. “I think it’s a wonderful day.”

Of course no party is complete without a few crashers:

One legal challenge was filed last week by the Liberty Counsel, a group based in Florida that wants the California Court of Appeal to halt the weddings to allow the State Legislature time to work out discrepancies in marriage law created by the state Supreme Court’s decision.

Mathew D. Staver, the founder and chairman of Liberty Counsel, said Monday’s ceremonies “make a mockery of marriage.”

“Marriage has traditionally been known, across continents and all geographical regions, as between a man and a woman,” said Mr. Staver, who is 51 and married. “Marriage between the same sex may be some sort of union, but it’s certainly not marriage.”

Thank Bravo Channel Jeebus that the article specifically noted that Mr. Staver is married to Mrs. Staver, who no doubt enjoy a deeply loving, lively and mutually satisfying love life… with the possible exception of Fellatio Friday when the begging and the crying kind of dampens the mood.

Then there are these guys:

Amid the preparations, some religious leaders and conservative activists objected to the social change unfolding around them. The seven bishops of the Archdiocese of Los Angeles issued a statement Monday reiterating the Roman Catholic Church’s position on same-sex marriage.

"The church cannot approve of redefining marriage, which has a unique place in God’s creation, joining a man and a woman in a committed relationship," the bishops said.

Nobody is forcing them to gay marry couples in their churches, and they can simply deny them in much the same way that they refused to allow the beaming and semi-virginal mrs tbogg and moi to darken their doors some twenty-five years ago even though we had the requisite combination of Tab P and Slot V. Aside from that, someone needs to explain to the seven bishops that state-sanctioned gay marriage is, as God once said when asked why He worked in mysterious ways: "…. none of your fucking business. God later added," Now excuse Me while I go create Scott Stapp" and then He laughed His cruel and unforgiving God laugh….