Thank god gay marriage is finally legal in the great state of California, because I totally want to marry Posh:

Yes, there are some obstacles to that plan, above and beyond the fact that we have technically never met. Namely, I am a heterosexual. Also, she is already married. And now I'm going to have to worry about convincing the INS that she's not just in this for the green card. However, these are but small obstacles, as I know that we must share our lives. (Also, I feel like she and Becks and I can totally work out something mutually beneficial.) I love her, and the thought of going through life without Victoria Beckham fills me with despair. I love her sassy haircut and her wicked dominatrix sandals. I love her giant, blingy rings. I love her insanely short skirt and ruffle-esque collar. I love that her dress is made of hearts. I even love her crazy tan. I love
her. I would be so sad if she were to go away. And so I must clutch her to my bosom, bind her with matrimonial vows, and never let her go. Cavalli can make our gowns, then I can decide mine is too gaudy and have a big hissy and wear Oscar de la Renta, because that's how I roll. Andre Leon Talley will officiate. Will Smith will perform a medley of "Getting Jiggy Wit It," "Just The Two of Us," and, in an surprisingly self-centered move, "Will 2K." Katie Holmes will stand up for my bride, and Victoria and I will have several hushed conversations in which we try and figure out how to prevent Tom from making an embarrassing toast, and then we will just give up and have more champagne. J.Lo will stand up for me, because I feel like J.Lo would make an awesome matron of honor: shit would get DONE, she'd make sure you were wearing the finest mink eyelashes, and you know she'd throw you a very fancy shower. We will register at Bergdorf's, Mystic Tan, and Bed, Bath and Beyond. There will be giant expensive sunglasses and sugarfree gum in the gift bags. It is going to be awesome. Victoria, I beseech thee, make an honest woman of me!