(Warning: Crappy scanned photos from the 80's)
Not my birthday, although that would be nice. Heck! My next birthday will be the second anniversary of me turning 25!
No, I'm talking about my 25th wedding anniversary! Yep! Stud Muffin and I have enjoyed a quarter of a century of wedded bliss!
Forgive the hairdo! It was 1984! In the background, the full windows overlooking the ocean in Hawaii.
Can you believe it?!? That's longer than his parents were married, or mine. In fact, we've been married longer than I was alive before I married him!
He informed me that in the twenty-first century, 25 is the "chocolate" anniversary. No useless jewels or precious metals, but really important commodities. He bought me two bags of Hershey's nuggets!
Actually, he said that anyone who could stay married to a boy for 25 years deserves chocolate! I won't disagree with him!!
So, 25 years requires a little celebration.
We did something very unusual for us, and went to an afternoon movie followed by dinner. We saw "The Proposal" which seemed appropriate, and enjoyed it very much. We talked about not remembering the last film we saw in a theater. It's been a very long time... and were getting old enough not to remember too good!
Me and sister Christina
For dinner, Studly had been dreaming of prime rib at the best steakhouse in town. So that's where we went.
My steak and potato dinner was wonderful. Studly wasn't so lucky. He ordered his prime rib cooked medium, and added a lobster tail just for good measure. The prime rib was dry and overcooked. He sent it back and started on his lobster while they got some more prime rib.
According to The Muffin, the lobster was cooked, but squishy... without any texture or flavor. Strike two!
The manager came over and fell all over himself apologizing that all of the prime rib was overcooked that night! He took the lobster back and Stud Muffin ordered a cheeseburger, cooked medium, instead. The manager also sent over some cheesecake for dessert, since I had already finished my entire dinner. Edit: Stud Muffin wants me to say that he was extremely good natured the entire time. And he was, too!
MYS, me, and Christina. Boy, were we young!
The cheeseburger arrived and, you guessed it... extra well done! Strike three!
By now, Stud Muffin was so grossed out he couldn't eat anything but a few bites of cheesecake. He said his stomach felt like "armadillo *ss." The manager came over again, gave us a $25 gift card and comp the entire dinner. We tried to pay for what I (happily) ate, but he wouldn't hear of it.
It isn't often that you go out to dinner and get paid for it! But it will be quite a while before we will be returning to that particular restaurant. Maybe for our 50th anniversary!!