This weekend, I’m flying to Phoenix for Ginger Morby’s wedding.
Small detail: I have never met Ginger Morby.
I became blog-acquainted with Ginger and her sister Valerie eons ago, and then we started emailing, and – yes – even Facebook video messaging. If you are wondering how I could grow to like someone enough to travel to their wedding solely through video, well, I submit to you this:
See? Wouldn’t YOU go to Ginger’s wedding, too?
Let me tell you a few things about Ginger. Obviously, she is hysterical – but she is also incredibly wise (and I don’t give out that title lightly). In some of my saddest moments, she has sent encouraging words, good words, true words – words that have made all the difference. She’s also talented: last year, she auditioned on a whim for a production of “Camelot,” and was cast as Guinevere – yes, the lead. And then, last month, she won an ARIZONI for Best Actress of All Time (or something similar). When she was in middle school, she wrote a story called “36 Hours Till Daybreak,” which is just as awesome as it sounds – you can read parts of it here and here. She loves and quotes “Waiting For Guffman.” Once, she was a Facebook profile for Halloween.
And last year, she sent me a video message telling me that there was a guy. And that he came out of nowhere. And that after cooking dinner one night, they were doing the dishes, and she had a soapy plate in one hand and a dishtowel in the other, and he kissed her like she was Julia Roberts, and that she hadn’t stopped smiling since.
I am thrilled to say that tomorrow, I’ll be hugging them both for the first time.