it was dave and my two year anniversary this weekend. we went on a picnic in golden gate park, which turned out to be absolutely wonderful. we had cheese, bread, strawberrys and wine. the perfect ingredients. we even had a bone for the dog, and he gnawed on it and didnt bother us one bit. the sun was shining, there wasnt much wind, it was all around perfect. after that we ran some errands and got ready for our dinner reservations at Absinthe. our waiter looked just like edward scissorhands. i must have been sufficiently "well served" because i even told him that. then we went home and finished the champagne, smoked cigattetes and had some chris matthews-style discussions (only in the sense of...next topic...) anyway it was an all around good time for everyone involved. dave thinks (correctly, after two years) that i am a lush. he was talking to the dog last night about how the dog always seems to need to go out, and he said how his girlfriend is the same way. that is the one way that dave doesnt fit my "story-boy" (that requires an entry all to itself). to him, socializing and "going out" are things he would rather not do. i dont think i will require going to bars for very much longer in my life, but i do like to socialize, and think i always will. that is going to be a source of disagreement. and one more thing, we had a new addition to the family yesterday, a fish named chili. he and sophie are best friends. she watches him as he navigates through the lily roots he is forced to share housing with. i think he likes it.