This may turn out to be the Gayest Week Ever in the history of my exceedingly gay life.

It is only Wednesday, and so far I have already:

{ Guffawed through an improv comedy show based upon the works of Jane Austen. }

{ Elevated my unsettling addiction to shimmery body glitter to staggering new heights. }

{ Uttered the phrase “decaf, double-shot, semi-dry, two-percent, sugar-free vanilla cappuccino” without (much) irony or embarrassment. }

{ Attended a Lady Gaga performance, during which Ms. Gaga emphatically reminded the audience about her commitment to fundraising for homeless GLBT youths. }

{ Imbibed complicated cocktails involving Meyer lemon extract and crushed cucumber. }

{ Driven an electric Prius and a green-diesel Volkswagen. }

{ Worn a top hat, a bowler hat, a feathered fascinator and a thumb ring (not all at once, but certainly in rapid succession). }

And today, I’m spending twelve hours at Disneyland.

Yup, like I said — Gayest. Week. Ever. It’s like a dream within a dream … all that’s missing is a Tegan & Sara concert and a pair of rainbow boxer-briefs. Santa, are you listening? Hook a lady up.

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