Maybe this will make you feel a bit better.
Four and a half years ago or so, I met my boyfriend online. The next day we had a date, and as it turns out, we both knew that this was going to work out. Sure, we're badly mismatched; different races, a twelve year age difference, very different upbringings, etcetera. But when we're together (and we're together all the time) we have tons of fun.
We moved in together six months later, and have been building a life together since then. We love each other deeply.
A few weeks ago, I asked him to marry me. He said yes. We both want to promise each other that we'll try to make each other happy for the rest of our lives.
We decided to get married, in our favorite restaurant (which they're closing down for us for the occasion) with our favorite people (the ones who've rooted us on from the beginning) and even our favorite cake (ice cream cake!) on the fifth anniversary of the day that we met. Then we're going to our very favorite place, courtesy of my mom...
Disneyland! (duh.)
It was only after all of these plans were in place that I realized that our anniversary, October 6th, falls the day before Gay Days at DL.
So on the day after we promise ourselves to each other, my boyfriend and I will be in our favorite place in the world, on the one day that we don't have to worry about holding hands in public.
Or wearing matching Mickey-groom hats.
It seems to me that all the Gay Days hubbub is definitely, positively, worth it.