My brother’s wedding is tomorrow, and life has dissolved into a horror of logistics. Who is going where, when, and driving whom? Who is arriving at what time? Who is sleeping where? Where is this? When is that?

My only concern is: How am I going to get through this?

I tend to think that asking gay people to participate in weddings is like asking an overweight dieter to hold a chocolate cake while you eat it out of his hands. But this is not my chief concern. My chief concern is that my family is insane and that my hardy fortitude has not been sufficient to ward off the same fate.