You're a mostly-shy, mostly-retiring girl who doesn't really enjoy the spotlight of lots of people. However, you are pretty excited to have a family gathering of both sides of the family to celebrate your sixteenth birthday. You, by a large margin, don't want to be the sole focus of attention...but it's a fairly small gathering of very familiar people, and you're mostly okay with it.
...that five days ago, these two people, that you've never heard of, were killed in Brentwood.
And the suspected killer -- who you had also never heard of -- is driving his white Bronco down a local freeway at 35 miles per hour, pursued by every CHP officer in Southern California.
And everyone -- everyone -- is glued to the TV.
You find yourself thinking things like: I know I didn't want to be the center of attention, exactly, but this is ridiculous. It'd be nice if people actually noticed I existed.
It's not that I'm bitter, per se, it's just --
Okay, I'm a little bitter.
And then I hear that California was going to start issuing same-sex marriage licenses on June 17, and I thought -- finally, something good for people to associate with the day (which, of course, cheerfully ignores that not everyone shares that opinion, but that's a rant for another day).
But then I hear that San Francisco county officials asked if they could begin after the end of business hours the previous day, and so now county clerks across the state have permission to grant same-sex marriage licenses beginning at 5:00 p.m. June 16th.