Monday, February 15, 2010

10 years!!

Happy (slightly-belated) Valentine's Day!  I would have posted yesterday, had  Matt and I not stayed in bed until 11:30am. We did, though, and it was nice, so here it is today!

This year marked our 10th wedding anniversary.  We were married February 14, 2000 in Waco, TX.  We didn't do a big wedding, we just went, the two of us, and got married at the court house by a JP.  The ceremony was short, but it was also quaint and lovely, without all the pomp that comes with a big wedding.  I've always felt like that was a good decision for us.  Big weddings are a pain in the rump, they bring with them all sorts of stress, and it wasn't something I felt like I could ever, ever do again.  Also, I really don't like weddings, so having another one wasn't on my list of priorities -- especially given how the first one turned out.  Also, we had been together only 8 months when we got married, so there was no long engagement either.  All in all, it was a small, very personal affair and something I've always felt good about.

The day we went to get married, I wore a gray skirt and a blue beaded sweater that buttoned up the front with pearl buttons -- an outfit I got with the $100 my mom sent me when she heard I was getting married (a story for another time).  We were waiting for the JP when a clerk stopped, looked at us, and said, "You gettin' married?"  We agreed that we were, to which he replied, "Lucky man, marryin' her."  I still remember it, both because I was flattered, and because it made me laugh.  Matt agreed that he was, but all I could think is that the clerk wouldn't say that if he knew me.  Ha!  No, it was a nice thing to say, and it completely off set what would happen after we said our "I do's."

When the ceremony was over and the JP was paid, he signed our marriage license and we walked it across the street to the municipal building where we would take it to be filed.  Texas has some weird laws about marriage.  One I found most funny asked if we were related on the application for the marriage license.  I almost laughed out loud.  Anyway, when we got into the elevator at the court house after we got married, there was a woman in there crying her eyes out.  She asked us if we were married, and when we told her just so, she shook her head and showed us her divorce papers.  This poor woman was filing her divorce on Valentine's Day!  I felt just horrible for her, especially since she was so upset about it.  I mean, if she wanted to get married, or if she was laughing about what a horrible bastard her soon-to-be-ex was, I probably wouldn't have felt bad, or remembered, but she was just so distraught.

After that, trying to put that sad woman out of our minds with sympathy, we went to the game shop where everyone congratulated us.  Man, I miss being able to go to that place!  Just one more piece of Waco I loved and lost when we moved away -- now a days, that game shop is nothing like it was.  It's not cozy or friendly, it's sort of dark and filled with dozens of ill-adjusted teenage Warhammer/Magic geeks.  Afterwards, we went to Johnny Carinos for dinner, which was amazing as I love that place, and that was that!  It was a beautiful day, with beautiful weather, and one of the happiest of my life.

For years after, we went to Johnny Carinos (how I love their Peach Bellini!!) for dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate.  It was almost a tradition, then we moved here, and it's too far to drive to Waco just to have dinner.  It may be that when the rest of my financial aid comes in March that we'll go to Waco and have dinner at Carinos and go to the Waco Zoo (one of my favorite places in Cameron Park!) for old times sake.  Might even be that we could get Amanda and Karen to join us!

This year, however, we didn't go anywhere for Valentine's Day.  Well, okay, we did go to Wal-Mart for the groceries for dinner, but that doesn't really count.  Unlike the day we got married, yesterday was cloudy and windy and cold.  Had it been warm, like it was the day before yesterday, I might have tried to talk Matt into a picnic in the park.  It's not really his thing, but I think he would have done it and had a good time, had I wanted to.  When I asked him, while in Wal-Mart, what he wanted for dinner, he said he wanted manicotti, which I refused.  Manicotti is a pain in the ass and I don't like it enough to spend so much time in the kitchen cooking it -- that said, Matt actually refuses to eat manicotti in restaurants, claiming mine's better, so maybe I should have given in just to get the inevitable compliments that would have come with such a meal.    Ultimately not, I mean, it was my anniversary too and I didn't want to spend it cooking.  So, we had fettuccine alfredo with grilled chicken and shrimp which was quick and easy, but tasted amazing!

The day would have been perfect if it hadn't been that Wal-Mart was a mad house.  Everyone and their mother was out, buying last minute gifts, while clerks were trying to take down the Valentine's Day section and consolidate everything down to one isle.  What a mess!  It wasn't even that bad around Thanksgiving.  Then, when I was sleeping last night, I woke up coughing because the air in the house was acrid, like molten-chemical-death or burning-rubber.  Matt said it was the heater, but that nothing was on fire.  The smell went away, after a few hours, but made it hard to even sleep and we still have zero idea what caused it.

And you know, I learned something very interesting this year.  There are a hell of a lot of people who do not like Valentine's Day.  I mean, I knew that some people didn't like it, but it seems like a lot of people just down right hate it!  I learned this by way of Facebook, where you can always rely on people to either be encouraging, or downright ugly.  No one was rude about it, when I was posting that it was my anniversary and that I was looking forward to it, but I did get a few private messages giving me a hard time for folding to commercialism and getting married on the most cliche of days.  I just don't get it, I like it and I always have.   Maybe it's because I haven't been alone on Valentine's Day since I was 15 years old.  Even still, before that my folks always went out of their way to get us something for Valentine's Day, so it was a holiday I grew up enjoying.

So, now that I've written more than I had intended when I opened the blank post, I'm off to do something productive.  I hope your Valentine's Day was wonderful, no matter how you might feel about the holiday and in the words of Jacqueline Carey, someone whom I greatly admire, "Love as thou wilt."