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I am exhausted. Violet is exhausted. Yesterday was an entire day of driving after waking up in the woods, in a tent, after 4 hours of sleep and in my case, with a wee headache from the slight over indulgence the night before.

The long lesbian camping wedding weekend is over. We made it.

Now here’s the part I started writing in my head on Saturday as I sat in the sunshine, amongst a crowd of people, deep in the woods, as the music started and the brides both walked down the isle: How wonderful it can be to be wrong.

The wedding was gorgeous. Even after the sun set behind the tall forest of trees, as I watched two women, in front of a very loving crowd of more than a hundred friends and family, promise ideas and ideals of their love with all of the support from all of us I kept my sunglasses on. I think the only person crying more than me was one of the brides sister. The ceremony was perfect. And I am not trying to overplay this event. I am serious when I say the wedding, the reception, the weather, the place, the music, the people, the dancing, the singing, the food, everything was absolutely perfect. It was an incredible event and I am quite sure that I am not the only one still glowing from the experience.

Notice that the part where we camped did not make the list of wonderful, perfect things in that last sentence. I mean, it was fine and it was nice to only have to walk 100 feet from the reception to go to bed. But still, it was cold and bumpy and buggy and just not very comfortable, which is something I look for in a sleeping environment. But the magic of all that came before having to sleep on the forest floor trumps any complaint of mosquito bites I might have.

At one point my camera disappeared. I found it later that night only to find this photo of my bootie:

Violet promises she didn’t take it and I believe her only because I’m pretty sure that cute foot on the right is hers.

I feel so lucky to have been a part of this incredibly beautiful and loving event and have no trouble or resistance in retracting all previous complaints and concerns.

I am happy to say I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong. How wonderful it is to have been wrong.

No, I’m not getting married this weekend. I could never keep something like that from you for this long. And if it was my wedding I would have run around kissing you all on the top of your heads while accepting the congratulations you may or may not have offered up months ago.

Violet and I are going to a wedding this weekend. All weekend. Including the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night. And then the wedding. The wedding that is all weekend long.

This is a double bridezilla wedding in where both ladies have gone totally wedding-coo-coo. They have had four bridal/bachelorette like parties. Some joint, some separate, some separate that then became joint later that night. The ceremony is rumored to be a few hours long. Yes, hours. Did I mention the part where we, the guests, are to camp?

Camp? Did I say…? Surely a typo, you’re thinking. Jesse must have meant something else, anything else, as this is already a lesbian wedding and camping is just too… well, lesbian. Well folks, I’m afraid to say it’s true. These dear lezzy friends of ours are tying the knot in the woods where all hundred or so guests will make a bed on the forest floor the night before and the night of the ceremony.

I am imagining the smell of camp fire and bug spray while the brides help each other get the little bits of marshmallow and twigs out of each others hair.

How do I feel about a weekend long wedding in which I am to sleep outdoors for several days? I will be at the Holiday Inn down the road. When Violet told me of this wedding several months ago I was excited for our friends. When she added in this camping detail we both knew how this would go over.

As my jaw continued to fall while the lesbian-wedding-camping-details unraveled and unveiled themselves, the conversation that followed went something like this:

Violet: …So it’s a camping thing. It’s going to be great… sleeping outside is fun…blah blah…

Me: Ok, well I’m not doing that.

Violet: Oh jesse, will you even consider it?

Me: My dear Violet, how does one do their hair in the forest?

Violet: I knew you’d say that. Anyway you’re my date so buck up. Also, I’ve already booked you a hotel room for the first night.

Me: Cable!

Violet: Wedding.

Me: I love you

Violet: You should.

Me: I do.