I was supposed to be working on the catalog. I was supposed to be writing thank-you cards. I was supposed to be doing things that are important.

But today was our monthiversary. And tonight there was a thunderstorm, which is a highly unusual meteorological event in California. We opened a bottle of champagne that our friend Dewey gave us during our rehearsal BBQ, and we opened all the doors and windows and listened to the neighborhood collectively holler each time the lightning tore across the sky.*

And after the power came back on, I made this:**

And I think that’s enough for one night.

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* Being a transplant from everywhere, I find this behavior amusing. But I’ll also tell you I was the first one outside, shouting in sheer delight along with the rest of the natives. Thunderstorms here are particularly electrifying. Har! Har! Cough.

** This being a toast from one of the beau’s groomsmen. He was my beau’s first dorm roommate in college. Talk about fate, eh? All photos by my awesome friend Aaron Rosenblatt.