“Do you think you could help me scan in one of the photos?”
“TMI, TMI,” he winced.
Heh. Yeah, you should see those geeky clothes and those old glasses on our faces.
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The waitress asked if we wanted the dessert menu.
“I don’t need it.”
“He’s being good; I’m celebrating. Yes!”
Wait–I just checked out this post and suddenly remembered–and Phyl and Lee actually did knock on our door while we were gone tonight, but not with balloons. As far as I know. Still, he didn’t order dessert again, hmm, must be a trend. But since I currently weigh what I did in high school, he encouraged me to and I was quite happy to make him happy with that.
Turns out I wasn’t the only June bride in there.  On one of the longest days of the year, Flea Street was crowded with happy people, and the folks behind us were celebrating their 17th.
We beat’em by a baker’s dozen.
After my sorbet, Jesse sent out chocolate truffles again, and for that, yes, Richard was quite happy to eat a little dessert after all. After all, we have some serious celebrating to do!