Yesterday was the husband's and my anniversary. We've been married for...uh...I think it's 12 years.
This is what happens when you've been married for a long time. You forget potentially important crap like how long you've even been married.
Anyway, here's the anniversary card-making process.
First, I start with doodles done while I was on the phone discussing fishing lures. Don't ask.
Next, I pick the doodle that sucked the least and drew it all big and stuff.
Thank goodness I have loads of old storyboard paper around. It makes the best doodle surface ever. As you can see, I can't draw worth a crap despite having such good doodle surfaces at my disposal.
The final product. I used a brush pen and markers on bristol board. My markers are rather old and I need to buy a new set one of these eons. However, I don't use them quite enough to justify spending a couple hundred bux on a good set. Ah, the irony.
The husband seems to like the final result. So he says.
We went out for sushi at a place on the border between Santa Monica and Venice. I'm still new to the sushi realm, and so my horizons are limited. Anything that says, "spicy" in the title is worth a shot, though. This place didn't disappoint. We got full very quickly on some good schtuff.
Afterwards we visited one of the few Westside Dolls at one of her jobs in a bar across the street from Sony studios. It's one of the few divey bars that hasn't been taken over by hipster scum. The clientele is very diverse, and it was fun to people-watch while talking about stupid derby crap. Luke Wilson lurked in a corner. I wouldn't have known who it was if it wasn't pointed out to me.
Nice, low-key evening.