Today is my wedding anniversary. Tonight we drank at the same places we drank at on our wedding night.
Here a replica of a photo that someone was selling last night on First Thursday.
It's right outside the Alibi Room, where I drank margaritas on my wedding night. And tonight.
Arturo had a Manhattan.
I made him pose outside.
"Reach for the light, in your cute J. Lindeberg suit!" I said.
"Now stand in the light. And look at the light."
Then we went up to Il Bistro, where we got fucking trashed on our wedding night.
"You are my muse!" I said.
"Act like an ape, my love!"
Here's where we got drunk four years ago.
Next year we'll celebrate for real, like with a trip or something.
Not just with dinner in downtown Seattle.