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well, way to go iowa!

Iowa would not have been next on my mental list of states that would be okay with this!

DES MOINES, Iowa – A Polk County judge on Thursday struck down Iowa’s law banning gay marriage and ordered the county recorder to permit gay and lesbian couples to marry (via)

My favorite response to people against allowing gays and lesbians to marry? Disappointment. Is it disappointing because the homos are going to make marriage not as sacred at it should be? Never mind the Hollywood stars who get married for three months before calling it quits, or the reality show people who want the entire process up to their weddings all on TV for everyone to see – both of those examples just scream PERFECT EXAMPLE OF A NORMAL MARRIAGE to me.

Gov. Chet Culver issued a statement stating his opposition to gay marriage.  “While some Iowans may disagree on this issue, I personally believe marriage is between a man and a woman,” Culver said.

But yet he fails to say why he “personally believes” that. Nice one, Chet.

I’m sure it’s just a short-term victory, but I’d almost pay money to see the line at the courthouse tomorrow morning in Des Moines with people applying to get their marriage licenses.

upcoming long weekend

I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a long weekend and not gotten out of town as quickly as possible. This weekend, I have a wedding that I have to go to, and I’ve added in a baseball game and possibly a Minnesota Vixen football game, depending on how my schedule plays out. If it weren’t for all of that, I could see myself enjoying some on the beach holidays without hesitation.

I’d find myself a beach chair with some shade and plant myself firmly for a good three days in some all-inclusive resort so I wouldn’t have to worry about the laundry list of island-related drinks I’d have coming one right after the other. Some time on a sandy beach, with only a short walk back to my mini-fridge equipped resort room, is exactly what I could use right now.

Maybe I’d spend the long weekend on the shore of Ibiza, since it does have the largest club in the world, taking advantage of sleeping until noon, spending some time on the beach, napping in the early evening, and then heading out to dance until the sun comes up. Yeah, I could handle that in about three months when my poor, aching feet have healed.

Until then, I’ll have to settle for some time on the couch watching Who’s the Boss? reruns and just thinking about my feet in the Mediterranean Sea instead.