SURREAL SPECTACULAR

Around this time last year, Liz and I went on our first date. It was February and 14° and we were committed to staying Covid-safe… so we steered clear of the cozy bars and went for a cozy (frozen) walk instead. We ended up on a side street in Andersonville… standing under a tree of shimmering hearts… gazing up at a house covered in sparkling ruby sequins. It was surreal and spectacular.

I unzipped my coat pocket and pulled out two mini bottles of Walgreen’s finest. Liz trudged through the snow to two plastic dibs chairs, arranged them side by side in their parking space, and offered me a seat. And there we sat for two hours — talking, laughing, sipping, and smiling — watching that tree glimmer while our cheeks turned pink and the snowflakes fell around us.

We didn’t kiss that night (see: Covid), but last night we went back and made it right. We stood under the shimmering Catalpa tree, broke out the Sutter Home minis, chatted with the lovely homeowner (cheers @boxboyrich) moon-gazed, love-praised, and kissed while the snowflakes fell around us.

Still surreal. Still spectacular.