Almost any time we have a gathering, or do some out-of-the-ordinary activity, you'll hear one of us let loose the phrase "first annual..." Oh, let's have a crawfish boil. Our... first annual crawfish boil? Wine and cheese night, seder, friendsgivinakkuah, etc. Because if something was a blast the first time, surely it's worth repeating - forever. Or maybe it's just because we're sentimental like that, and if it was good, we want it to be good again.
So, each year when our actual anniversary rolls around, it's no surprise that we find some way to nod to previous doings. Every year, the beau has let me decide, and every year I've found a way to make it as throwback as possible. Because it's been an extra sappy week, and because I've been having to constantly explain why yes, I chose to get divey gyros for an anniversary dinner, here's the highlight reel:
- For our first anniversary, I figured it should be an ode to our first unofficial "date." We had stayed up all night talking when suddenly the beau said to me, "Hey, do you like breakfast?" I, of course, gushed about how brunch is my favorite hobby and asked why he wanted to know. He said, "Well, since it's already morning, we should go get some." So we went to a 24-hour diner / MKE staple: Ma Fischer's. I got a shake. Both during that 6 am visit and when we went back a year later.
- When year two rolled around, I said we should go back to the place where we had our first "real" dinner date: The Knick. Once again, I got ice cream. This time in the form of a giant "cocktail" ice cream, mounded on a martini glass. Classy AF, as always.
- This week, we hit year three. Sticking with the theme of firsts, and with this weekend officially marking one year of living in sin, I wanted to have the first meal we had in our new apartment together. We had gotten the keys, and had spent several days cleaning up and starting to move over boxes. With no furniture yet present, our first meal consisted of to-go containers and plastic utensils, on the floor, in the middle of our empty living room. Another MKE staple, we got the greasy goodness that is Oakland Gyros. It was heaven. So this week, we pushed aside the coffee table and had another little "picnic" on our living room floor (which I vacuumed moments earlier - because we fancy), complete with chocolate shake.
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| Gyro picnics, mounds of ice cream, and a whole bunch of love. I'll keep it. |
And now it's official, from this point forward we have a tradition for our anniversaries. It must incorporate some important/memorable/sentimental meal from our time together. I must be allowed to consume a shake or some sort of ice cream treat goodness. And we both must still look at each other with that stupid look happy couples have. Because we've worked through any ups and downs, had our good times and bad, and through all that decided that sticking together made life better than being apart. We earned that sappy stupid look. And on our anniversary, we get to bust it out. Because after all, it's tradition.
