The reception was held immediately after in the lobby. I spent the next two hours shaking hands, giving hugs, making small talk, laughing, crying, avoiding, and blushing. I’d blush every time a cousin said, “Yeah, so and so told me about your blog. I’ve been reading.” What embarrassed me was the thought of them watching the video where I say I’m an old fashioned guy.
After the reception, Stefani and I walked to the restaurant across the street for some grrrl talk over a glass of pinot noir.
“So, I’m pretty sure your cousin wants to turn you straight,” Stefani said while swirling her glass of wine.
“What?! Which one?”
“The one who changed his name,” she said.
Cousin Hefner, or Louie as he used to be called, found out about my blog through another cousin. He’s since become a loyal reader. When Brother Grizz walked by he said, “There’s Grizz,” then pointed to Jazz standing in the corner, “and that’s Jazz over there.” He knew all the characters. I was flattered. I thanked him for reading and asked what he liked about it. He said, “I can relate to it. I’m not sure if you know, but I used to go by a different name and was training to be a hairdresser.” Where was he going with this? “But then I changed my name and… well, there’s a whole story behind it. Anyway, I think I know where you’re heading and would actually love to sit down and talk to you more about it.” That’s when he looked at his wife, who was rolling her eyes almost like we don’t have time for this. “Oh, now I’m embarrassing her. I better stop,” he said.
”So maybe he wanted to tell me that he used to also be int he industry and wanted a way out,” I said.
“I think that he used to be curious, or something, then either found God or got an electrical shock and has since chosen a straight lifestyle,” Stefani said while taking another sip.
“No way! You think so? You’re blowing my mind right now,” I said. I put down my glass of wine. “I did think it was a little peculiar, but the last 24 hours have been pretty weird so I didn’t really give it much thought. There’s no way that’s what he was referring to.”
“I’m pretty sure he was,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Honey, there ain’t no changing this queer.”
So Hef, I gotta ask, is Stefani right?