A special day

Four years ago today, I met Dan for the first time. On March 5th, 2006, I went to pamie's house to watch the Oscars and ended up drinking Jack Daniels out of the bottle with my cute new friend who I only knew as the famous djb from Television Without Pity.

We moved in together in January of 2008, and promised each other that this apartment would certainly, definitely, positively be the last apartment we live in in LA. We weren't ready to leave yet, and we didn't know when or how it would happen, but the seed had been planted.

This time around, Dan and I rang in our anniversary at midnight, wearing some combination of sweatpants and no pants, packing moving boxes and making arrangements for our impending cross-country move -- which goes down in less than a month!

In fact, Dan and I will not even see each other today, or the rest of the weekend, because he'll be in New York laying eyes on our new apartment for the first time. But that's okay, because I feel closer to him than ever and I am very proud of the great things we accomplish together.

Happy Anniversary, Dan. I am totally stupid for you.