#tbt: 15 years, baby

*Marcus and me at One Aldwych, London, England -- Friday, June 21, 2002.*

Fifteen years ago yesterday, Marcus and I got drunk at lunchtime on sangria and tapas at a little Spanish restaurant near my London flat, before heading over to a small hotel off the Strand for our damned-near-impromptu wedding (we were about to move to America, and our marrying made his work visa easier to get). We only had about 10 friends and family attend (did I mention this was a quickie wedding?), but we had a more formal white wedding a couple of months later. Even though we planned this in only about a week's time, we had the foresight to buy disposable cameras for our guests (this was before camera phones were everywhere, remember?) and they all took photos that we developed later. These images are a few of them.

Happy anniversary, Marcus. We may look different now, but my love for you has never wavered. Here's to a million more years together.