re: Two Years

August 28 marks two whole years of marriage already. I kinda don't know how it went by so quickly ... which perhaps is evidenced by the fact that we still have a bag of bike horns sitting in our storage room that we step over any time we go in there. Apparently we've been stepping over them for two years.

For those of you that might remember, Derek and I sent out bike horns as part of our wedding invitations. It was a fun little teaser to the bicycle brigade surprise that we had planned for the day.

(It also meant coming up with 100 bicycle horns as cheaply as possible. Luckily Derek took care of that during a business trip to China, and managed to track down two duffle bags full of black bike horns one afternoon. I imagine him in some back alley full of huge stacks of weird plastic things in mass quantity, heroically wheeling and dealing to get the best price so that our wedding invites could be awesome, but I think he was mostly just embarrassed to have to haul them home in front of his co-workers.)

Anyway. We decided it might finally be time to get rid of those leftovers, so to celebrate our 2 years, in the late of the evening Derek and I found a few unsuspecting bikes in the neighborhood and gifted them some new noisemakers.

(That last one wasn't a bike, but we figured that anyone who drives an old parking meter cart around must have a sense of humor.)

Honk honk! Happy 2 years.

re: Another Year, Another Bikeride

Since a year ago we made all of our family and friends hop on bicycles to celebrate our wedding, it seemed only fair to keep the tradition alive and do it again for our one year anniversary.

We organized a little trip over the Golden Gate Bridge by bike (GG Bridge not actually pictured here thanks to a severely foggy August afternoon. Sorry tourists.):


First stop was Fish. in Sausalito for some chowder and calamari.



Then we headed to the Marin Headlands Hostel for a sleepover, because I can't imagine anything more romantic than spending your one-year anniversary eve in a dorm room style twin-size bunkbed with plastic mattress covers.


We did enjoy a breakfast in the morning of yummy hot chocolate recently imported from France, and some fresh homemade Milk Pail croissants that made all the other hippie hostel guests cry into their cold muesli and yogurt with jealousy.

One year down, many more to go. Enjoying the ride.