Saturday, August 07, 2010
5 years, yesterday
I have decided to make an anniversary tradition out of wearing my old rehearsal dinner dress and wedding shoes out to dinner. Next year, I'll think about losing the tan lines. Yikes.
I drank waaaaaay too much last night. Just like on my wedding, actually. The day after we got married, we met all our families for a big breakfast before heading over to my parents' house to open wedding gifts because our flight to Mexico didn't leave until Monday morning. We were both all pissy about getting up so early, you know, for breakfast at 10. Flash forward five years where no matter how wasted we get or late we stay out, we're up making breakfast by 6:25.
Both boys went to bed well before the sitter arrived at 7 last night, so they are both super chipper and delightful this morning. We? Are not.
But we were last night when we took this downtown selfie.
Last night was great. We walked from Ben's office downtown, stopping at a bar where I had 2 lemon drops that destroyed me. I tottered on my wedding shoes around the square to our restaurant and the world didn't stop spinning until midway through my salmon. I had a glass of champagne by my plate and sipped it a little. Then with a particularly emphatic gesture, I knocked it all the hell over the table cloth, Ben, and the back of the banquette, missing the older lady next to him who was scrutinizing her amuse bouche (heirloom tomatoes with oil and cheese--so delicious) at that moment and didn't see the show.
The restaurant is a particular favorite of mine that uses only local and organic ingredients, so its tiny menu is always changing depending on availability. I had a tangy field green salad, and my salmon was fantastic, served with cucumbers in a, um, sauce or something (I could not totally read the menu's fine print). Ben had scallops, a tenderloin, and a cheese plate. I inhaled chocolate hazelnut cake and a tiny pot of decaf.
We stumbled to an undergraduate bar down the street to sit outside and wait for my brother to come pick us up, and Ben said I had to have a drink, but I sure as heck didn't drink it. I think the hippy in the headphones next to us might have slammed it when we left. More power to him.
See that drink? Just a prop.
I gave myself a french braid updo last night secured with about sixty million bobby pins and when I pulled them out before bed (at 11 because we are really that lame) (along with some hair apparently, which was a nice surprise on my vanity this morning. Blech) I flashed back to my sister-in-law's wedding five years ago in June, where I had the most gigantic updo ever created and sat on the edge of the jacuzzi tub in our room after the reception and lined hundreds of hairpins on its marble edge while soaking my poor bridesmaid's feet in the bubbles. And then I slept until 11.
Ah, those crazy kid-free days. Whatever did I have to bitch about?
Wow, Ben said to me last night as we crossed a street after dinner. Five years. I feel like now we're really in it for the long haul.
At the time I died laughing, but he's right. It feels like a real milestone, and we probably wont feel this accomplished for another five years, when our kids will be much older and August 7 might see us both sleeping it off.