Bet you couldn’t guess how long Mark and I have known each other. It’s our 7th wedding anniversary today, but we’ve been together, more or less, for the last 17 years. Talk about things that make you feel old. Mark was actually the first person that I came across when I moved from NYC to Olympia, Washington on January 2, 1992. After 3 years of art school at the Cooper Union, I called it quits and transferred out to a little school called the Evergreen State College the day after New Years Day in 1992. I had never even set foot in Washington before, but here I was, in a new place and I didn’t know a soul. Campus was completely empty because it was still winter break so the first day was spent alone, wandering around wondering where the hell I was, until I went to the school deli and saw some tall guy with long hair who was working there. I think I bought a sandwich from him. A week later, I saw him in my music/performance classes. After 3 more years of school, graduation, a 2 year move to Portland, 3 houses, a move to NYC (where HE moved without setting foot in NYC since he was 8), 4 apartments, 2 boroughs, grad school, a wedding, 2 kids, and 1 business later, here we are.
I was going through some photos and realized that there aren’t many of us together (found another one!). I’m always the one behind the camera, but here are a few from past years (Mark is gonna kill me for putting up the first one, but hey, it was the early 90s, Seattle grunge blah blah, what did you expect us to look like?)
The last decent family photo, 2008