Today, Stephane and I celebrate 2 years of being together. On our first date, we met at the Angelika to see a truly mediocre Soderbergh film, I bought him a birthday beer at the Belgian Beer Bar(later to become "our" bar), and then we got wasted and danced with the belly dancers at Denizen. It was a Sunday night. Tonight, two years later, we are staying in, eating some of Mandounette's famous pasta surprise (whatever there is in the fridge + pasta), and watching a Stones concert on our newly-installed home cinema in our super apartment in Paris. So screw blogging, my Stephane and Sir Mick await!