35 & 5

It's a millstone milestone anniversary for Mr. Ginley and me. Thirty-five years of wedded blisters bliss. How about that?

The actual day is tomorrow, but my groom of 3 1/2 decades has already started to ask how we will celebrate.

"Well, we can go to that steak place," I said. "But they're not open on Sundays."

Mr. Ginley, who was a fan of Anthony Bourdain, has done some reading about restaurants and the best/worst day to eat in one.

"I don't want to go the day before because Saturdays are too busy. I think Monday is the worst day to go. Maybe Tuesday?"

Once we got that settled, we discussed what to eat on the anniversary day. 

"We could get a party tray like we did for our wedding. And you could bake a cake," said a hopeful, if delusional, Mr. Ginley.

I'm thinking I'll cook out some steaks instead and I'll get a couple pieces of cake from the store. If I bake a whole cake, our weight will balloon up, and no one wants that.

"But wait, there's another anniversary this year," said Mr. Ginley.

Do tell.

"It's been five years since the Caps beat those flightless bastards," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

Yes, that's correct, on our anniversary day five years ago, the Washington Capitals defeated the Pittsburgh Penguins to win Round 2 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The good guys would go on to win the whole thing on June 7th. It was a very good year.

"So, since we have two things to celebrate, maybe we need two cakes," said Mr. Ginley. 

"Um, no. One slice of cake will suffice," was my disappointing reply.

It looks like we're going to make up for the sad lack of cake by spreading out the celebrations. Someone is lobbying for a week-long anniversary celebration.

Meanwhile, I had a question to answer.

"I'd marry you all over again, how about you?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied. "But I'd skip the part where I got snockered and poured champagne on the rug."