deep in the ocean, there lies a wave for you

My life in recent years has been full of dreadful anniversaries. X years since the death of, X years since the last Christmas with, birthdays acknowledged in the absence of. This Sunday, though, I celebrated a good one.

That’s me! Eating the kickoff meal for Jeff and my one-year anniversary celebration. It’s a frittata with avocado on top (obvs), hashbrown potatoes, and a bloody mary. Fun fact 1: I met Jeff at the Black Cat and do not remember what we talked about while at the bar (whoops!). Fun fact 2: I was actually repulsed by the shirt Jeff was wearing when we first interacted, which had holes in both armpits and at the back of the neck.

One of my favorite ways to celebrate anything these days is by staying in a hotel because the experience is all about convenience and leisure. Bed-living, TV-watching, ice bucket-chilled beverage-drinking. These robes, while in line with the theme, did not look so attractive on our bodies (possibly due to their color and/or shapelessness). Still, we wore them after dinner while watching many streaming episodes of things. Room service seems like too ridiculous a luxury because it’s so overpriced, but we ordered a carafe of coffee for the morning, which was heavenly to receive. I answered the door wearing the bathrobe.

This is how happy I was.

This is how happy Jeff was.

For my birthday in March, Jeff bought me a Capital Bikeshare membership and a helmet. I left the helmet at a happy hour a few weeks ago and have been too busy/lazy to go back and get it. (I’m annoying.) The helmet kind of didn’t fit my very large head, so it wasn’t a huge loss. But recently I explained to him how I have mild hydrocephalus, or too much water in my brain. I wasn’t allowed to play dodgeball in elementary school, one of the more fortunate consequences of my life’s circumstances. I’ve been riding around helmet-less (I know, I know), which didn’t worry him until after I gave further details of my head disease. So here are my presents: a replacement helmet along with a new DVD of Shattered Glass, because I lost my original copy, and which Jeff, until now, has been avoiding watching even though he’s never seen it. I can’t really blame him for doubting it, and I’m sure he’ll eventually apologize for resisting.

Here is me sitting on the floor in line to see The Dark Knight Rises in IMAX because who wants to stand?