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I am wary of saying that I feel better, but the fact remains that for our eighth anniversary we went for a long walk out to Bailey Park at the top of Lowell Street where we tried, during our first year together, to find a planetary conjunction on a clear night. This time it was a crisp sunset full of smoldering sailor-reds and streaks of apple-green and we couldn't stay long because of the smoker on one of the benches, but we stood and faced the same quarter of the sky and held one another against the cold that feels like winter, even in a year without snow. The Tipping Cow was open on our way home, so we stopped in and got stout ice cream and blueberry sorbet. We cleaned off the wasteland of papers that our dining room table had turned into and put a tablecloth on it and nice placemats and set about dinner.
The stoplight sky.
I was very charmed by the yard narwhal.
We have been taking these facing portraits of ourselves for years now. Why break a tradition if it's a good one?
We had originally planned to order from our traditional restaurant, since it claimed to have reopened for takeout, but it turned out not to mean it on the weekends and then neither did our fallback restaurant, so we procured a three-meat combo from the Smoke Shop and enjoyed the carnivorous richness of sweetly sharp St. Louis ribs, very tender pulled pork, and brisket over Texas toast with cornbread and half-sour pickles. The eggnog butter crack cake tastes like it's been mulled. We discovered Cecil B. DeMille's Madame Satan (1930) on TCM and gripped one another with delight as it escalated from a sex comedy to a masked ball operetta to a disaster movie and then crash-landed in sex comedy again. There was a zeppelin.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch gave me an IOU for a T-shirt and I gave him an IOU for a mask. We lit the last night's candle for love.
The stoplight sky.
I was very charmed by the yard narwhal.
We have been taking these facing portraits of ourselves for years now. Why break a tradition if it's a good one?
We had originally planned to order from our traditional restaurant, since it claimed to have reopened for takeout, but it turned out not to mean it on the weekends and then neither did our fallback restaurant, so we procured a three-meat combo from the Smoke Shop and enjoyed the carnivorous richness of sweetly sharp St. Louis ribs, very tender pulled pork, and brisket over Texas toast with cornbread and half-sour pickles. The eggnog butter crack cake tastes like it's been mulled. We discovered Cecil B. DeMille's Madame Satan (1930) on TCM and gripped one another with delight as it escalated from a sex comedy to a masked ball operetta to a disaster movie and then crash-landed in sex comedy again. There was a zeppelin.
spatch gave me an IOU for a T-shirt and I gave him an IOU for a mask. We lit the last night's candle for love.
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Well, now I want to go back and do so.
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. IS WHAT I AM SAYING.
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I meant to mention The Mr. Slow Show! It's not every anniversary I am serenaded by a kalimba-playing box turtle.
(We can always talk later in the evening some weekend if you need your brain not to explode.)
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. IS WHAT I AM SAYING.
THANK YOU.
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Thank you!
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Thank you! Food is an important form of celebration.
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Thank you!
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We discovered Cecil B. DeMille's Madame Satan (1930) on TCM and gripped one another with delight as it escalated from a sex comedy to a masked ball operetta to a disaster movie and then crash-landed in sex comedy again. There was a zeppelin.
You may enjoy watching my brain melt as I took notes during it:
https://rydra-wong.dreamwidth.org/452344.html
Cecil B DeMille just really wanted that ZEPPELIN MASKED BALL/ORGY/ROBOT BALLET/PARACHUTE EVACUATION FROM CRASHING ZEPPELIN IN LIGHTNING-STORM, and I can respect that.
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Cecil B DeMille just really wanted that ZEPPELIN MASKED BALL/ORGY/ROBOT BALLET/PARACHUTE EVACUATION FROM CRASHING ZEPPELIN IN LIGHTNING-STORM, and I can respect that.
Absolutely. So much id on display.
(We actually quite liked the heroine except for the part where she didn't push her husband out of the zeppelin.)
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It was a pillowcase of mine for almost my entire life and when it frayed too badly to stay one, it became the Banner of the Cat, which we hang in our household. (I grew up on books of Kliban cats, too.)
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Nine
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Thank you!
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I am still boggling about the zeppelin.
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The Smoke Shop makes a dessert which they call butter crack cake; it's a kind of heavily caramelized pound cake which comes in delicious sugar-edged fragments. I assume the name comes from what happens to the cake as it cooks, but I don't know for certain. I've never seen a recipe. Eggnog is clearly a seasonal variant, which we had no idea existed until we ordered it from their menu last night. It was very impressive, but nuts.
I am still boggling about the zeppelin.
Also very impressive, but nuts!