Reaffirming the Vow

This is me and Spicy, just two years ago, on our Swiss honeymoon. We have just shredded (lcg reference #89) our way down from the peaks of the Matterhorn and ducked in to a quaint and oh so romantic slope-side restaurant, complete with this cozy balcony with seating enough to accommodate nearly 15 newly married couples who are in for a taste of authentic swiss delicacies such as cheese, melted cheese, and bread covered in melted cheese.

This restaurant was a true gem, hidden among the pines and frosty drifts at an altitude staggering enough to make even the not hungover people swoon, with absolutely no advertising, and no way to access it except by skis. And yet it managed to be packed to the gills with rosy cheeked pleasure seekers and daredevil shredders like ourselves consuming what should be illegal amounts of fromage and alcohol prior to suiting up to ski themselves either into oblivion or back to the ritzy town of Zermatt after lunch.

As you can see from the angle of the pic (taken by a kind set of British newlyweds) we are tempting fate by downing enormous beers prior to making our trip down the rest of the mountain. I believe, if memory serves, that my ski performance level was not as hardcore post lunch. There may have been a ski-popping off fall, but no, I did not call the state troopers. Spicy kindly helped me up and then we skied home to base camp and got massages wearing string bikinis from a 19 year old swiss dude who discussed pop music and hostels with us while pummeling our fannies with the lights on. It was weird.

Why am I bringing this up? My reasoning is two fold.

One: this time next week I may or may not be preparing for the arrival of one Spicy tuna to the district, two years older, nay wiser, but our love is as strong as it was that day on the Matterhorn.

and Two: the notion of reaffirming the vow.

As Barack did at 7:35 est Wednesday, January 21st, I propose that we repeat our vows and oaths to uphold the bonds. Yes, if B felt the need merely 32 hours after his first swearing-in to reaffirm his love for the Statez, I think this two year anniversary of our honeymoon would be a fitting time for a similar ceremony. What do you say spicy? We could rent out Cactus Cantina for the ceremony. Or, since I know you love your tuna sashimi grade, we could consider the opulent modishness of OYA instead.

In the words of Barack on his slap happy enthusiasm for inauguration round due, “it was so much fun the first time…” and I can assure you, it was.

Ps. Hillary Clinton was interviewed today on her assuming the position… as head of state. She managed to say “box” and “stool” and discuss the “third leg” all in her two sentence quote. Thata girl.