This is what I think . . .

Sonnet CXVI

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

(thanks bill)

TRADITION!!

Even before we got romantic, Larry and I would start celebrating on his birthday (18 August) and end on my birthday (27 Aug.) As the years went by it became a tradition.

Now pretty much the whole month of August is up for grabs.

We started by going to the Pantages Theater and seeing these people:

Eventhough the Pantages is a movie theater and the acoustics are not the best and the bathrooms and lobby are too small, its lots of fun! Besides, how many times do you get to see Topol?

I love walking to the theater and reading the stars on the sidewalk. I really do act like a tourist.

Anyway that's how we started our birthdays' celebrations.