
Today marks my thirteenth wedding anniversary. We are currently in discussions as to where we want to go to dinner. Not too expensive, kid friendly*, food we both like. Kris asked his childless friend who eats out a lot for some recommendations, and among them are these suggestions:
Artful Dodger Beef & Ale House Besides having an uber-cool name, this one has the advantage of having food I'll like, and since it is casual and moderate, it is probably kid friendly, but I'm not sure a resturant that has A comfortable spot to hang-out and watch the game while eating hot-wings as part of its recommendation might not be exactly what I'm looking for.
Ludwig's Garten Kris is very enthusiastic about this one, but the listing I found mentioned nothing of price, kid-friendlyness or even what the food is like. The entire article was about the beer. (which is very likely why Kris is enthused) Therefore I have no idea of it's kid-friendlyness, or if the food is any good, (not to mention that outside of saurkraut and sausages I don't know what constitutes German food.)
We'll figure it out.
So anyway...13 years ago today I was dancing to the Electric Slide in a long white dress. Doesn't seem that long ago until I stop and think about it. It was a lovely day - the weather was sunny and warm, but not too hot, and the reception room was really nice. Lots of windows that overlooked a golf course. My bridesmaids wore a simple tea-length dress that had a flowered pattern in hues of dusty rose and, oh, probably periwinkle. Muted colors. The dresses had a sort of retro 1920's look to them. My wedding cake was really pretty - the top of the cake was piled with icing flowers that kind of matched the dresses, and the flowers dripped down the side of the cake in a spiral. My dress had illusion lace (looked a bit like Miss Piggy's in the icon, actually) on the bodice(and a built in bra, which totally rocked) and Kris and the groomsmen wore morning tuxes.
The Best Man was bald, having died his hair bright lavander a couple of days prior. He and Kris spent part of the day before the wedding at a hairdressers trying to rectify the situation. Apparently they had to shave him as well as dye him, and so he looked rather like he just got out of the Army. But he no longer clashed with the bridesmaid dresses, so that's good. The food was yummy and everyone seemed to have a good time, and some of the younger guests had a great time vandalising decorating our car with the traditional tin cans and streamers, which really was a lovely thing to come out to. People honked and waved as we drove by, and random good vibes from strangers is always a good thing.
There have been lots of ups and downs since then, and there have been some really rocky times, but in the end I'm glad I married him. When it gets down to it, he is there for me with the important things. I'm pretty lucky.
I had the minister recite one of Shakespeare's sonnets, as it was a favourite, and really fit how I felt about love and marriage, and still do: Love does not alter when alteration finds, nor bends with the remover to remove/Oh no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
Yes, we're bringing Charlie. He's a good kid and it won't make a difference in our celebrations if he's at the resturant or not. It's not like we'd have sex on the table or anything.