This is the story of a man named Matty he was singing on the SOB, he is just a "little" gay, he loves Mohitos he'd just done A Chorus Line.
This is the story of a girl named Leah who was also singing on that blasted boat, she's a giant fag hag, she loves her Britney she was fresh out of school.
And that's the way that they became Will and Grace...Will and Grace...Will and Grace (Ok if you didn't get the Brady Bunch gay remix by now than I can't help you)
So began one of the great partnerships of the 20th/21st century. The union of Mr. Matthew Gregory Nobin and Ms. Leah Allyce Canali. Now as any modern day fag hag knows life does not truly begin until you find your one true gay soul mate. The man that dots the i's and crosses the t's of your big gay life. Matt is one of those people that makes me truly believe in past lives. He's a person that I felt an instant kinship with as if we were picking up where we left off in some long forgotten incarnation of our lives together. I picture us in fabulous detail, living in bygone eras connecting in just the same way we do in this life. Singing and dancing our way through various centuries and historical movements (always costumed fabulously). Although Matt and I are often in different corners of the world I know what a lucky lucky lady I am to have found such an amazing connection with another human being. To quote West Side Story (one of my favorite musicals OF ALL TIME) Matt and I are "Womb to Tomb" "Birth to Earth" kind of friends.
Now truthfully I'm lucky to have two special men that fill this much needed position. Being that I'm also a giant drag hag I can't leave out one Mr. Freddy Franklin. As Mr. Franklin said himself one day in a usual stroke of genius "Gurl I just figured it out gurl. You're the Grace. Matt is the Will and I'm like the Jack gurl just black and more gay!" (to which Matt and I responded that Freddy was really like a Jack/Karen hybrid) Freddy always brings a necessary bit of comedy and fabulousness to any situation. Yet he is one of the most insightful people I have ever met, he truly wants to know about people, which in this world is a trait not to be taken lightly.
Now I could go on about this two gentlemen for pages and pages of this blog. I could tell stories of debauchery and support of love and lust of anger and of great joy. Really the point of this post is to celebrate because for the first time in too many years all three pieces of this puzzle will finally be in the same place, at the same time for the gayest weekend in all of creation. End of June. Pride Parade. Leah and her gays "reunited and it feels so good". Oooo...I feel it coming...yes...it's there...
"Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.
And if you through a party
Invited everyone you ever knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend."
Really, could I end this post any other way? Thanks Golden Girls. You've done it again.
