First thing I should say is we woulda had so many more couple selfies if we had smart phones when we started dating.
No joke.
Because one of the obvious features of our dating life is that it was steeped in photography. And by "photography" I mean old school SLRs with detachable lenses, swappable filters, and camera straps. They were these bulky metal things dangling from our necks, resting somewhere near our tummies.
What can I say? That was just the look.
Anyway, we'd go together on these different adventures that were largely and wide ranging photo ops.
Photo ops?
Sure, adventuring downtown Seattle was one. The Seattle Center, another one. Any of the fairs like Puyallup or Monroe. They were all opportunities for photography that we indulged together.
It wasn't always photography, of course. But it was always adventuring. Mostly with starting points and no firm destination. We were in the habit from the very beginning to make it up as we went. We didn't actually mind where we wound up. The adventure was the point. Together was the point.
And so we continued that tradition yesterday with a lazy morning followed by Indiana Jones & the Dial of Destiny at the Crest; a quick stop at the nearest GoodWill that we hadn't already checked out in the last day or two... which turned out to be that one on 8th in Ballard; a trip to Trader Joe's by the bridge that was quickly hijacked by a trip to PCC across the street that ended at a table on the roof enjoying orange creamsicles; a picnic Kimmer conjured for us (complete with picnic basket) on the waterfront in front The Expedia Group building at Smith Cove; a trip to South Lake Union for a Margarita that was hijacked by revisiting The Seattle Center, especially the fountain; and then, of course, South Lake Union and Tapster where Kimmer got her Margarita and I whipped through some fruit ciders.
It was a little after 930 by the time we got home after our adventure and, yes, a bunch of couple selfies.
One thing I'll say, especially on days we revisit popular or significant locations from our lives or from our life together, there are a ton of memories that spontaneously appear, that declare themselves. Which adds a layer to our adventure that wasn't there at the very beginning.
Memories of our experiences appear at specific locations. There were a lot of memories at the Seattle Center, of course, because its roots dive deep into our childhoods, run right through our couplehood, and take up a lot of space during our parenthood. Certain areas of Ballard and Crown Hill, too, for Kimmer especially. For both of us when the topics are Dick's Drive-In, Larsen's Bakery, and spray paint art by the local artist known as Henry. South Lake Union and the path running along the shore from Expedia at Smith Cove to Pier 70 are recent additions, both symbolic of our time living on Capital Hill when they were favored walking and lounging destinations.
Of course once random memories start showing up in numbers over a short period of time, a kind of momentum develops and a bunch of other memories both large and tiny light up as well... making for a rich experience. A bit of an enhanced reality laid across the physical present.
With a ton of pictures to show for it.
😉
