June is celebration month.
Haven’t been here much. I’ve been elsewhere, celebrating Randy’s birthday, our fifth wedding anniversary, the end of the school year, and the Supreme Court rulings on Proposition 8 and DOMA. That last one is the big one: our marriage is finally a full-size federally recognized marriage. I was seriously thinking of getting that slogan turned into a logo for a tramp-stamp tattoo between martinis on Wednesday. It would’ve been something along the lines of a FDA Prime Beef sticker, but more obnoxious. Alas, it didn’t come to pass. Another opportunity missed.
In case you missed it though, here’s another sunrise you probably slept through, this time at Santa Cruz.