best. year. ever.
first, i picked her up from peppertree, then we had to make a little pitstop at landmark for a church directory picture that didn't happen. we waited for half an hour while a family straight out of a tim burton film posed for their 50 gazillion pictures. kids just keep looking weirder these days, like they want you to tell them they're weird and give you macabre, scary dreams. so we blew that popsicle stand to hit the town for our hot date. and where do i take her? to the amphitheatre downtown, a spot we'd never done before, which was actually key to the night going very smoothly. see, there's a connection between just about all of this stuff.
i wrote her a song, which i managed to pull off on my piece-o'-junk guitar, about a bunch of our fun times over the past year, how i wish i had something genuine to write or sing or laugh at with her, but all i had left to sincerely give her at the moment was my love (which of course is also overdone, but i meant it). it's funny how us men work; we'd like to think that anytime we romance our lady we are just the shiz-nattle-bang, but there's nothing new under the sun, and i am not the fonz, so i can only hope the sincerity shows through in everything i do for her, because that's what really counts.
but back to the date. i'd never taken her to the amphitheatre, so that was our something new for the night, and she loved it. we just sat smack in the middle of the stage and enjoyed our swiss cake rolls and ben&jerry's together, me with the peanut butter cup and her with the phish food (i got her hooked), singing our song, sharing favorite memories, and pondering the meaning of life while cuddling in blankets and staring at the alabama river. a true moment of beauty right there. just perfect.
we got a little hungry, so it was off to macaroni grill at her request. she offered to pay, at which i reluctantly accepted, considering the whole poor factor (being poor sucks, but we both know i am trying to be mr. responsible-with-the-moola), but it was an okay dinner. then it was back to the apartment to ice the cake with a shweet tucking-in-and-a-smooch-good-night.
happy anniversary sweetheart.
it's been good to us.
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