On Friday I dragged Shazam to a middle school play, a musical no less (sooo not her thing). If you have never been to one of these musical extravaganzas as an adult that doesn't have a child well you are missing some really good comedy.
Katie, the girl I nanny for was in her schools production of Into the Woods. For the most part it was not painful and had some truly funny parts including a girl who stole the show playing a cow whose front legs were toilet plungers and the moment when Little Red almost ripped her dress off when she caught it on a prop tree. The show was short and Katie did great. I was very proud.
At the end of the show we were waiting with Katie's parents for Katie to come out and an older woman approached us to congratulate Katie's parents on the job well done. She was Anna's grandmother. When she walked away Katie's mother asked me if I knew who she was. It was then that it occurred to me that Anna was Anna Goodridge. So of course I looked up to the group of obviously gay and lesbian audience members and there stood the Goodridges. I should really say THE GOODRIDGES, as Goodridge vs. Massachusetts department of health. I was instantly star struck. Two rows away from me were the women who made it possible for Shazam and I to get married. So there I stood in a school auditorium starring at them. I wanted to go up to them and thank them to tell them how much I appreciated how much they have done. I just couldn't take my eyes off them. I had to leave so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself. So that was my brush with fame and I wish I could have thanked them. What I have is because of them and I don't forget for a minute that the fight is not over and we all still have so much work to do.