Saturday night was a little celebration in honor of the publication of the April 2011 issue of Thumbnail Magazine, and my essay "Mariel at the Tent Flaps." [Which is just out - you can check it out and order print or e-copies here. Just saying.] The unique thing about Thumbnail is that everything in it is small. Flash fiction, tiny essays, short poetry. I told Stephen we should have a tiny celebration. Everything small. He not only indulged my whim, he went a little hog wild at the store while I was still at work.
Tiny pizzas. Tiny spanakopitas. Mushroom pockets that looked like little pasties. Grape tomatoes. Other little hors d'oeuvres. Stephen had mini chicken tacos.
[full disclosure: after we took the pictures, we dumped everything from the small plates into something more manageable.]
Tiny bottle of champagne (why it's blue, i don't know - you could also buy one whose bottle was pink like pepto bismol).
[full disclosure: after the tiny champagne, we opened a full-sized bottle.]
Tiny dessert.
And the movie? Time Bandits. A childhood favorite - one we had on video and watched over and over when I was a kid. It also happens to have a cast of small people.
When we popped the tiny champagne, I told Stephen we had to have a toast.
"A small toast," I said.
I raised my [shamefully regular-sized] glass. "To," I said.
And drank.
Stephen laughed the way you laugh when you're being sweet and indulging your wife's sense of humor.
He raised his glass. He said, "You."
