Last Sunday, i finally bought a bike helmet to replace the one i had to throw away when we were moving. (It turns out that bike helmets have a life span, even if you never have an accident!) I persuaded Andy to accompany me on a trek to the UW campus — pretty easily persuaded, when i asked him if he wanted to try doing some very light parkour in Red Square. So i biked over and he jogged a bit and we met in Red Square where he practiced some balances. The evening sunlight against Suzzallo Library was gorgeous, and i lucked into this shot of Andy’s parkour shadow.
When Andy and i visited friends in Boston last September, i mentioned at one point that Andy had long hair and a goatee when we met. Since he’s clean-shaven and close-cropped these days, our friends found it hard to believe.
Well. One finds the most wonderful things when one is packing to move.
Behold, Andy at 20:
OH, EXCUSE ME. I have been informed that this picture must also be posted:
So sciency. So sexy. Tho’, to be fair, i thought lab coats were really, really sexy until i met an actual real life working lab coat. A lab coat that’s been used for actual science is, as you can see from Andy’s sleeve, fucking nasty. We still haven’t gotten rid of his lab coat, because i’m not sure what proper hazmat disposal would be.
As we planned our 2012 trip to Paris, one thing i was curious about was whether or not we would fall in love with the food.
Ohhhhhh, naive Past Wrdnrd.
One of our favorite places was Le Potager du Marais, a vegetarian restaurant in the 3me arrondissement. We went there for dinner one of our 1st nights Paris, then we went back again once littlebutfierce joined us on our second weekend.
Our other favorite place, which, alas!, we were not able to return to, was this little cafe just across from the station Rambuteau — called, conveniently enough, Le Station Rambuteau. This is where we both fell head over heels for French cuisine. We enjoyed escargots — a 1st for both of us — and some boeuf bourgogne.
This past autumn, i was craving boeuf bourgogne so we decided to pick up Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking and make some boeuf bourgogne for Christmas dinner. This was not a mistake. We’ve since made a couple of recipes out of it, and basically i just want to keep track of them which, of course, makes me turn again to my blog — my external hard drive for my personal memories.
For Valentine’s Day Andy’s company gave them M&Ms. Remember, WOTC <3′s U!!
30 January 2013 |
10:56 pm | errant pedant
Andy’s going to a Zelda-themed party, so he’s been working on his cosplay:
When Washington changed their marriage paperwork to accommodate same-sex marriage, they debated replacing “wife/husband” with “spouse a/spouse b”, “applicant 1 / applicant 2″, and other varieties. I can’t recall off the top of my head what language they chose.
Last night Andy referred to me, out of long habit, as wife. “Spouse, dear”, i reminded him. “Spouse”.
Andy: Oh right!
me: Which do you want to be? Spouse A, or Spouse B?
Andy: It should be Spouse A and Spouse 1. Which do you want to be?
me: Spouse A — the one with the letter, of course.
Andy: Oh good, i wanted to be Spouse 1.
NERD MARRIAGE: when English and chemistry majors wed.