I got dressed! And left my neighborhood! So naturally, I documented it.
There was plenty of "saying yes" to food that day. (I'll spare the dozens of photos. You're welcome.)
Aurelia said this will be framed in "our" house,
when if we are 36 and still single. Holler for civil unions!
And holler for tattoos! This was a post-tattoo pit stop for gas - not at a jail - before my good friend/tattoo artist, Jiro, brought us back to my apartment. (Sharon, you don't need to worry. It wasn't me this time.)