20 years 'o wedded bliss

Hubby and I (sniff-sniff) have been married for 20 years on Tuesday!  Since I still feel like I must be a teenager, this is a little hard for me to wrap my brain around - much like it's difficult to comprehend that I am actually turning 40 this year.  It can't be!

Anyway, way back when, I imagined that my 20th wedding anniversary would be marked by something fabulous, like a trip to Mexico or an Alaskan cruise or a week of Broadway shows in New York.  Of course, way back when, I imagined I would have unlimited time and money, and very few responsibilities, but it would seem that the reverse is my reality.  And that's OK.  We chose this life.  :o)

Quite miraculously, the Anniversary Fairy, knowing of our quandary, brought a Broadway show to us.  Well, almost to us.

On Friday night, Hubby and I traveled to The Big City to see Spamalot.  It was a fitting musical to celebrate with, since Hubby introduced me to the world of Monty Python when we were about 14 and 17.

We laughed, we cried, and Hubby alternately shivered and broiled as he fought off his raging fever, all in the name of Monty Python loyalty (and our desire not to be out the $100 we forked over for tickets).  

Later, in the hotel, we finally enjoyed our nuked Indian food that was brought to our table a mere 10 minutes before the show was to begin, and which we had to race to our parked car and let sit for two hours before consuming.  I am happy to report that we did not add food poisoning to Hubby's list of ailments.  I am not happy to report that the proprietors of the Indian restaurant adjacent to the theater do not have enough staff or resources to deal with the theater rush that occurs every Friday and Saturday.  They do, however, have a very charming-though-distractable waitperson with multiple facial piercings, tattoos, gauged earlobes, no shoes, and dyslexia (info she volunteered) and a poor memory (also volunteered).  The owners informed us that she "messes everything up," but we found her quite endearing.  She made so many mistakes that I hurt for her.  It made for an interesting meal, er, one-hour-and-fifteen-minute wait.  At least two other tables had to go without their dinners, too.  

Saturday morning, Hubby was still not feeling too great, but he kept it together while we did some shopping.  And more eating.  Because we had an old Red Lobster gift card we needed to use, we went there for lunch and it was actually pretty good.  Plus they brought us a free order of lobster dip, because they made one by mistake and we happened to be the cutest couple there.  Or Hubby looked a little pale.  I'm not sure which.  

After a little more shopping, we headed for home.  We returned to find that A) the kids had not killed each other, B) the kids had cleaned the house and done all the laundry, and C) that our eldest surprised us with flowers, balloons, and a cake:

An inside joke, and the perfect sentiment for our cake!  

It wasn't a cruise or a trip, but it was loads of fun and so wonderful to have a little break from everything for 24 hours.  We paid for the time away in some ways, but it was worth the trade-off.  :o)