year

Although the actual date isn't until tomorrow, T and I celebrated our first anniversary today. We spent the afternoon at his friend DW's birthday party (which I didn't mind, especially given that DW basically gave up his birthday to our wedding last year). After a stop by a local park to walk off the heavy lunch, we dropped by a favorite used bookstore, then had a light dinner at the Chinese restaurant where we had our first date. A pleasant day all around, full of companionship and conversation.

So a year of marriage has gone by, which I believe makes us officially no longer newlyweds. It's funny, though, because I don't know that I ever felt like a newlywed. T and I have lived together for going on six years, after all, and have been involved for almost seven. Marriage really didn't change anything all that much from a practical standpoint, or even from an emotional one. In some ways, the crucial moment for us was deciding to get married in the first place -- everything that followed was just a formality. Then again, going through the formality was important to me, so maybe marking the date is meaningful after all.

I see that the clock has turned past midnight. Happy anniversary, T. May it mark the first of many good years together.

reading tidbits

So I'm rereading A Song of Ice and Fire in preparation for the upcoming publication of The Precious, both to jog my memory because it has been so freakin' long and also because I don't want to start anything new between now and tomorrow, when the new Gabaldon comes out. I had forgotten that members of the scholarly class are called Maesters in this universe, and it's a little jarring.

While I was sitting and reading at lunch, I was interrupted by a fellow who bore a pleasant resemblance to Boromir. He asked me if it was my first time reading the series, and when I explained my purpose to him we spent a few moments chatting about this book and others. I always enjoy having a conversation with a random stranger about books -- it's like we're member of a club, or a secret society, and we're able to share our knowledge of this other world.

And, of course, married lady or no, I shan't complain about receiving attention from gentlemen who are both attractive and literary. Ahem.