San Francisco in March, 2006

After all the mead was drunk, the kilts, cloaks, & everything Viking were quietly put away. The wedding in San Mateo was as beautiful and festive as a small Renassaince Fair. It was significantly unlike anything I had ever experienced and I lost myself several times in the vortex of men's naked knees. Outdoor weddings- as artic or humid as they always end up being- are never a bad thing. As the man donning the beaver hat and long black cape pronounced Paula and Ryan man and wife, I felt like I was in a children's fantasy picture book or a CS Lewis story. The woods, the characters, and the procession of thedwarves were magical.

Once the wedding and San Francisco tourism was over, Ben and I escaped to the coast. We wound our entire bodies up and around route one - can we make it all the way? - only to let go and throw ourselves on a cliff bearing down on a barren beach that stretched for miles. I have been craving intimacy and the ocean. From our curled position four stories high, we could have jumped ( and probably have flown).

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