Virgins always get backstage

Eek, something I forgot: I found out today that my uncle Keith is finally marrying Leslie, the woman he's been with for at least fifteen years. My dad always said that since they had lived together so long, my uncle must be gay but he wouldn't come out until Grandma dies. Of course this doesn't mean he's not gay, but it's nice. I've only seen him like twice in my life, and that's when I was little, but he gives nice presents and generally seems like a nice guy. They'll be getting married in Custer State Park, so I'll actually be able to go. This'll be the first wedding I'll be attending, ee.