We’re gearing up for our New Years Party, “2001: A Forest Odessey.” Dre and I went over to TW’s last night, and over shots of rum and hand rolled smokes, we all slaved on paper lanterns made my gluing tissue paper to balloons, then popping the balloons after the glue has dried. The plan is the mount the lanterns over a string of large old-fashioned christmas tree lights (60% off at Le Marche De Target!) and then hang the string between the columns of our house which will be covered with cedar boughs making an indoor forest. Hmm…can you picture it?

Dre and I are also musing over our 3 year anniversary plans. We’re spending Saturday at the pottery painting place in downtown Oly, painting flatware for eachother. We can either show it nostalgically to the grandkids on our 50th anniversary, or else throw it dramatically against a wall if we break up. We like having Plan Bs.

THREE YEARS? Can you imagine that? When we met, I was in college, had a dykey hair I’d cut myself, and was working at Entros. He was a drop-out, living in a crackhouse in Ballard, working two jobs and slinging on the side. Crazy shit. Now he’s an health-conscious returning college student, my dreads are down past my shoulders, and college seems like a lifetime (or at least a career!) ago. Mad shit. True love grows with you, I suppose. And this one definitely has.