The rumours are true: today is our 10 year wedding anniversary! I've been married to Katr for TEN YEARS!!!!! And we still have a website up about our big gay wedding cabaret and topiary festival, because NERDZ.
I haven't flashed this iconic wedding cake pic up here for a few years, so here it is, in case you forgot that we had a greatest cake of all time.
The traditional gift material for a ten-year anniversary is tin or aluminium, which makes perfect sense, because nothing says "We've been married ten years!!" like a vanity license plate that reads FATTIES 4 LYFE.
Because we have enough "stuff", we decided to eschew gifts this year and instead treat ourselves to a little overnight getaway, complete with fancy tasting menu! Which I think I will be able to eat most of! But I'm not going to say where, because we don't want to be interrupted by any pesky stalkerazzi.
Note: only one of these is our dog.
I felt quite sappy when I woke up this morning, thinking that ten years ago, we woke up in Toronto. Katr went to organize the rehearsal for the cabaret portion of our wedding, and I went to be humiliated on national radio (not by Jian Ghomeshi, although he was there). Then, when I got kicked off Canada Writes in the first round, I met up with Katr and we got our wedding hair did and got to spend the rest of our day together and we've never been apart since.
HAHAHAHA that's a joke, but I have to say, we do have a very cozy arrangement. We live together. We run a business together, so we work together...in the same room. We're currently working on a fun creative project...together. We hold hands in the car. And on the couch. Not at the movies, because popcorn hands, we're not animals. But you get the picture. We're all up in each other's business.
I think that this degree of relentless proximity (which, by the way, is our production company name) would be problematic for a lot of people and I GET IT. I really can't imagine WANTING to spend this much time with another person. But at the end of the day, I STILL want to hang out with Katr. I still want to share every dumb idea that comes into my head. I still want to grope her at inappropriate times. And she's still here, so you guys, I think we REALLY dig each other. And when you find someone with whom you get to be entirely yourself and they don't fuckin' leave, well...that's magic. Katr - I love you the most.
For our wedding ten years ago (!!!), we bought a scrapbook to use as a guestbook. We outlined spots where we intended to put photos and left fun, sparkly pens out so that our guests could sign it. At the end of the night, we packed up the book, along with the rest of our stuff.
And we NEVER OPENED IT.
Every year, on our anniversary, I say something like "Maybe this year, we should read the guestbook!" and Katr says "Great idea!" and then we don't. But this year, we are bringing it with us to the hotel and we're OPENING that motherfucker and we're going to read the WHOLE THING. Wooooo!
So if you were at our wedding and wrote something hilarious in there that night, like "I give it a year!" or "Hope Rose doesn't give you crabs!" and thought you'd gotten away with it - THINK AGAIN.
