Last night, Nettl and I celebrated our 8th anniversary. What a great night! Actually, it was a great day. Although probably not exciting by someone else's standards, we loved it because, for the first time in eight years, we spent it entirely on ourselves. I awoke at about a quarter to ten because we had to make a run to the bank. Afterward, we went to Sonic and ordered a cherry limeade (for me) and a cherry Dr. Pepper (for Nettl) and took them to the park, where we sat listening to 60s and 70s oldies on the radio while watching the cardinals and squirrels.
We then came home and lounged around all day. Later in the evening, we went to Zannotti's, where we ordered a cheese and bread plate, a smoked salmon plate, and a bottle of champagne. There was a duo there that performed jazz standards; they were really good, even by my standards, and I'm a really critical asshoole. When we left, we stopped at Brown's for another bottle of champagne and then the grocery store for a roast chicken, blue cheese-stuffed olives and marinated artichoke hearts, which we brought home. We then locked ourselves in our room, put on my 18th century station on Pandora, and spent the rest of the evening together.
This was the first time since our Holy Union that we've been able to go out for our anniversary and we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly! Ain't love grand?
(Disregard the date on these pictures. Somehow that got all buggered up and we didn't know until it was too late. Pictures embigify when clicked.)