Spastic Monkeys

The anticipation had been building for weeks. Its been two years since my last one, two long years.

You don’t really think about not having one, not being able to have one AT ALL when there’s just no way to get one and the nearest is at least an 8 hour drive south. Every once in a while you think about not being able to just go to the nearest restaurant and have one whenever you want and the sheer injustice of it all gets the better of you.

So you go online to the web site and send off a nicely worded request to please “GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER and open up a store in Portland. It’s about time. Despite what you might have heard, not everyone is a tree-hugging, granola and bark eating vegetarian. After all, the local chain Burgerville seems to do okay and their burgers suck, SUCK like a two-dollar whore on 82nd. You should open one on the east side, say on Sunnyside would be great, but I’d settle for the east side of Beaverton, if need be. The drive would be worth it.”
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Thirteen years ago today, I married Sally. She’s the hot one holding hands with the goofy looking red head. It’s been thirteen wondrous years together, full of love and fun and joy. I look forward to the rest of my life with her.

The photo is from our ten year anniversary. For that, we got dressed up and invited a few of our closest friends to celebrate with us. As I recall, a grand time was had by all and the wine flowed freely, as you can clearly see in my eyes. What can I say, it was good wine. Life is too short not to have good wine and frankly Oregon makes a wide variety of good wine, of which a representative sample was had that day.

I think I’ve made my point here. Oh and rather than receive gifts, we held a raffle, making sure every single person and every couple left with something.

I love you sweetie.