I was hoping we could keep pretending to be thirty-somethings, but one of our progeny who shall remain anonymous tweeted that we are celebrating the 35th anniversary of our wedding today, so that jig is up.
We have celebrated over the last few days with an appropriately peculiar combination, refinishing a bathroom plus a long weekend of mostly eating out. The bathroom refinishing details are mundane, so I’ll instead focus on the eating. Thursday night was Taqueria Los Hermanos, Friday night it was Greek delicacies at Mykonos Taverna, Saturday morning was one of my spouse’s delicious omelets, and Saturday night was her unique take on a salmon croquette dinner, enhanced by moonlight, candlelight, and cool fall air on the back deck. Sunday morning it was pancakes at the IHOP, Sunday night Italian with our children (including electronic participation from Chicago) at Bambinelli’s, and a final repast Monday morning at R. Thomas’ Grill, one of the cooler and stranger places to eat in Atlanta.
We conspired together to come up with mutually satisfactory gifts, the details of which will have to wait for another time. And she surprised me with a basket of goodies at my office today.
All in all, a most pleasant (and highly caloric) celebration.