12 / 12 / 2003

On December 12, 2003, Gigi sent me an email.  Our first contact.  She'd visited Portland and seen the art exhibition I had up at the time; her email was a sort of fan letter.  I emailed her back that same day.  And here we are, ten years later.  A decade.

I could sit here and try to conjure some beautiful, poetic words that would attempt to express my wonder and gratitude for the transformation of my life, for all that G has brought to me.  But they'd never be good enough.  So I'll just say thank you.  Thank you, my love.

And here's to as many more decades as life will allow us!

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In case you didn't know, Rufus Wainwright is completely responsible for G and I being together.  If I hadn't seen him on Letterman (well, Jimmy Fallon subbing for Letterman and, anyway, a show I only very rarely watched) and been so impressed with his performance - "Who is that?" - that I bought his CDs and scouted out his website, then posted on his website message board that I was having an art show, and if G - in the midst of her own Rufus mania - hadn't seen that post and been desperate to find something fun to do while she happened to be visiting Portland, then, well, this whole thing never would have happened, never could have happened.  It was G's Aunt Kathy who introduced her to Rufus' music, and she was also who G was visiting when she went to see my show; she rates a lot of credit for this turn of events.  But then, of course, it was G who made the bold move and emailed me.  So she's the one who really gave the hand of fate a good shove.  Me, I just changed the dial to channel 6.

This is the - blessed - performance that got me where I am, where we are: