oh, we did.

i was saving the last one of these dozen eggs because they were special anniversary eggs, and i wanted a photograph. chris, i think, just wanted an egg for something, but like a gentleman, he photographed it before cracking. i just found the picture on my camera. good one, husband!

three hundred sixty five days, give or take.

a year ago this morning, i hadn't slept so good. my folks and i had breakfast on queen anne hill and i remember trying to eat a lot of bacon because it was calorie-dense and i'd heard all these stories of brides not eating and bad things happening. the bacon must have worked, because only good things happened that day.

you know the husband had a hard night when

you pad into the kitchen in the morning and find the freezer door left open and a dessicated sausage in the recycling.




but things got a little better by the evening, when we went to hear dean mora and his orchestra perform outside culver city hall. dean was the musical director of chris's show in burbank, and his band is amazing. he also invited us to be his guest at their swanky supper club show next week.

we dressed up, but the crowd was very much dockers, short sleeves and bring-your-own-chair. the breeze picked up, so i ended up wearing chris's jacket most of the evening anyway. but we took a few shots for posterity.






i think the last time i wore that dress was andy jensen's wedding, back when i had no need or concern for foundational garments. heh.

we wuz dipped.

we took a jaunty ride this morning down the ballona creek trail to the south bay trail, on the beach, down to manhattan beach, and then back home the same way except with an important stop at Johnnie's French Dip Pastrami, which has been calling my name since the first time i spotted it on Sepulveda Blvd.


(of course, it was daylight--but the sign looks better in this nighttime shot i ganked from flickr.)


it's an expensive sandwich, and i'm sure pastrami is terrible for me, but the place is as cute as a bug in a rug. very much what i think of as old california, rightly or wrongly. next time i think i'll have something more ladylike; a few hours later i can still feel that pastrami hanging out below my rib cage. still, though. good to know there are some quality beef products on the ride home, at an aesthetically pleasing little shack where they serve beer and don't mind if you're wearing funny shorts.