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i wanted to be able to say that i’d been to toad suck ferry.

i spent two months living in athens with my then-boyfriend before he moved up here to seattle. one day, he was an artist, and when a friend of his was having a show, he went (i had a headache that day and stayed home, dammit).

he was standing there talking to his friend when some bald guy came up and said many nice things about the guy’s work. matt (the ex-boyfriend) didn’t understand why compliments from a random bald guy. after the bald guy left, they had this conversation:

the friend: wow! michael stipe likes my artwork!

matt: he was here?

the friend (once he picked his jaw up off the floor): that was him.

oops.

he left

stepping outside is like stepping into a sauna. i wondered why there were so few sidewalks. then i went for a walk, and three people stopped to see if my car had broken down and whether i needed help.

nothing to see there, folks. move along. seriously.

after 23 hours of travel, i arrived in melbourne just in time to go immediately to the registry office and sign the paperwork that would allow us to get married two days later.

the night before we got married, my sweetie © and i were sitting around the lounge room with his four housemates, watching the roy and hg show (yay, fatso the fat-arsed wombat). he asked his best friend, richard, “what are you doing tomorrow?” when richard said “nothing,” c asked, “want to come stand up for me at the registry office?” there was a moment of silence while their minds all gently boggled.

we live here in seattle now, but i’d love to go back to visit (maybe to live, but there’s something to be said for having your in-laws 8000 miles away).