The Musings of a Wandering Mind

Basie and I are currently shopping for wedding bands. We found a very hip and affordable jewelry company with a store in SoHo, so we went to check it out. We tried on a few simple and stylish bands. Basie tended to opt for the understated, no-nonsense bands. A very nice and patient salesperson helped up figure out our ring sizes, and helped us try on the rings, delicately placing the rings on our fingers.

When we left the store, I asked Basie what he thought about the rings. He responded, "I don't know. I feel kinda gay with the ring on."

Slightly flummuxed, I retorted, "There's nothing inherently gay about a wedding ring. What was gay, however, is having the flamboyantly gay salesperson place the ring on your ring finger while commenting, 'Oh, you have such long fingers!'"