Five years ago today, we decided to be together.
One year ago today, we got married. We met a handful of friends at the Panama Hotel (a cafe, not a hotel) in Seattle, where Some Guy Named Paul asked us the important questions and signed a document. He was wearing, among other things, an i-shuffle with a Mr. Yuck sticker on it. We drank tea, signed our names, and it was done. Too quick for the taste of some of our guests, I think. I had warned them all ahead of time there'd be nothing to see. But they came anyway, and brought flowers, and I'm so happy they did.
Then we hopped in the back of John Galt's ambulance and got whisked off to the Six Arms for some drinks. I think he took the long way to give us some time alone in the back. He even piped in some music for us. Then when we walked into the pub, all the strangers clapped for us. I guess because the ambulance lights had been flashing and so everyone was watching us climb out, flowers and all. Our favorite couch in the corner was empty, so we had ourselves a cozy little party.
We said it didn't mean anything more than we already had. We said we didn't want anything to change in our relationship. We said we weren't going to make a big deal of it. All these things were true. But we did get a little giddy. And we did go out and get rings the next day, after wandering happily around the Asian Art Museum and enjoying the sunny spring morning in the park.
P.S. Goofy drawn-in glasses to protect the identity of the Mysterious Jason. All photos taken by our friend Sonya Walker.
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