Made without Honor

Hey Team!

It's been a minute. I can see I've been missed by the non-existent outpour of protest asking for me to post again. Assholes....

Regardless! We're moving on, even if I'm the only one reading this now. Things have changed since our last meeting. Your boy has moved back to California (boooo) got engaged (yayyy) and has been working on several new projects.

This post is about non of that. This post is about my recent stint as a Maid of Honor. I hope all of you out there in the blogsphere realize that I am indeed a Guy. While I thought this was very progressive and hip of my best friend and I, the general public had it's own thoughts.

Quote from the Father of the Bride during rehearsals:

"Hey Rush, what color is your dress?"

Quote from the Brother of the Bride:

"She said gentlemen on the right, you stay over there on the left"

Needless to say, my manhood was challenged. The older guests couldn't wrap their head around a Man of Honor and insisted it was strange that there were two Best Men. Some people wouldn't even grant me the dignity of calling me the Man of Honor and continued referring to me as the Maid of Honor, or Ms. Rush. (Thank you, Dmai)

Bottom line though,

1. MOH Speech: SLAYED IT!
2. Height: I'M TALLER THAN YOU!
3. Hair: Well let's just say my hair is nothing short of amazing. Eat it!

To conclude: I killed it, so fuck off.