I have to confess, I'm a little bit obsessed with the New York Times' Weddings & Celebrations section. No, not because I dream of being a blushing groom one day. (I actually have never wanted to get married, but am all for everyone having the right.) The allure comes more from a love of gawking -- from the photos (that these people obviously think are "good") to the hilariously hoity-toity backgrounds everyone usually has. (There almost seems to be a fill-in-the-blank form for these, where you pick from a list of Ivy League schools, names like Muffy, Biff and "her father is the chief of surgery at XXX hospital" or head of a "reinsurance brokerage unit" or something else that means nothing to me.) I love to see an errant Arizona State graduate slip through the cracks -- it's the closest I've ever come to rooting for my home team! Now that same-sex couples can marry in both New York and Connecticut, there's an added element of fascination ... like which groom gets listed first -- the traditional "bride" spot in the announcement (does the younger guy go first or is it bottoms up?) -- and, of course, the Sugar Daddy lookout. I also love all the gay-fabulous careers the boys have -- lots of "designing" and "merchandising" of things, whatever that means. Doing my cursory glance last night I noticed the union of "Byron Kantrow and Matthew Slosar" -- so I clicked. While there was no photo -- a usual dealbreaker -- the name "Cyndi Lauper" jumped out at me toward the end, so I read on. Both men sound accomplished -- "Dr. Meade, 42, is a mental health clinician ..." and "Mr. Roth, 49, is a New York-based theater and rock concert director ...," which is how he worked with Cyndi. But the part it took me two reads to realize was that Steve Miller -- aka "I"m a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker" -- officiated the ceremony at Lincoln Ristorante, which was the most randomly wonderful thing I read all weekend. Here's hoping the guys are on big ol' jet-airliner to someplace nice for their honeymoon, 'cause these two rock!