I just got back from Erik’s oldest brother Brian’s wedding. It was fun, but totally confirmed the opinion I’ve had for about a year now: I never want to have a wedding. Weddings are nice, but they’re really just not the way I want to commemorate such an important life event.

Erik and I kissed briefly while we were waiting for a traffic light to change so we could cross the street. When it did change, we crossed, and a guy who had been walking behind us passed in front of us. Still walking, he turned around, smiled, and said, ‘Nice kiss.’

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