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august 19, 2001.
When my parents visited in May, they booked us a room in the local 5-star inn as an anniversary present. And wow, wotta present! It's a Victoriana-themed bed & breakfast that somehow combines ruffly cozy hospitality with modern conveniences. Our room had an air-conditioner, an electric fireplace, a tiny private balcony, a medium-sized teevee & a jacuzzi. There were books in the bedside table, real books that real people would read and not just volumes bought by the yard for set-dressing. The ridiculously comfortable bed was a big white cast iron mountain, made with many sheets & blankets and several pillows. There were big white bathrobes hanging in the closet. There was a CD player, and a few tasteful disks of Bing Crosby & Vivaldi. There were real magazines on the coffee table. There was a booklet of local attractions. The main parlour held menus from every local restaurant. They offered a selection of well-chosen movies. The breakfast was a proper pancakes-or-eggs deal, well cooked and served cheerfully in a lovely dining room. I don't tend to be a Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend Girl. I can be quite happy sleeping in a van, living on pasta & no-name sauce. But I can't deny that when I am offered luxury, I go after the bait like a hungry trout. It was nice to get all dressed up, go out to the best restaurant in town and eat like royalty. It was nice to walk to the inn & curl up on the big bed, watching "Breakfast at Tiffany's." It was nice to wallow around in a jacuzzi built for two, drinking cheap champagne like dirty dirty rockstars. It was nice to put on thick bathrobes & sit on our tiny porch, looking at the dark parking lot and the trees beyond. It was luxurious. It was lush & splendid. It was probably unnecessary to a great anniversary. But, man: it was nice. And I think the best part was that we were also nice, to each other, I mean. We can rarely go a day without some little spat spoiling the peace, but our argumentative natures seem to have been lulled to sleep by excessive materialism. Maybe it's not too late to get a business degree...
This weekend I putzed around with a couple of photo pages from my now-defunct personal pages, and uploaded them to this site. The pages deal with Dirk's day in his Jesus Christ pose, and are rather fuzzy and embarrassing. But at least the graphics no longer shame me. Much.
this time last year: early morning hyper bride |
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That was the best wedding anniversary I've ever had. And in some ways, it even surpassed 
