Oct 19, 2011 22:00
Tomorrow will be the first anniversary of the day that Missy and I dressed in purple and eloped to a diner.
Not that we exactly planned it that way. October 20th, 2010 was the day people were wearing purple for gay solidarity, so . . . we both wore purple that day. Missy was in Seattle for my 50th birthday (October 24th). Although I was getting ready to move to Florida, I had found out that we could register as domestic partners in Washington state, even though Missy wasn't a resident. So we arranged all that while she was visiting. The notary, a friend of mine, happened to be available on the 20th, so we met him at a diner nearby, and he was wearing purple too.
So tomorrow, it will be a year. To a certain extent, the next two months are a long series of anniversary moments: that day in the diner was the beginning of one hell of a sequence of events. Admittedly, the sequence actually started way earlier, when we made the decision that I was going to move; or even earlier, years earlier, when we first met.
But the best thing of all is that we're both here, now, together.
I think I shall wear purple tomorrow.
eastward ho,
memory lane