"Champagne?!? What is there to celebrate?
Crumbly-ness?"
-The Doc
JUN. 30 | Happy Anniversary to me ... oh, and also to that guy I who lives with me ...
Today was our sixth wedding anniversary, which we celebrated by succeeding in having other people pick up the tab.
First, we headed up to Whistler where I cashed in a free nights stay at the Westin Resort and Spa, which I earned by helping them out at a conference back in May (the things people will give you for showing up in public places wearing spandex and trying to explain that riding an expensive cafeteria tray at 130 kph down an even more expensive frozen water slide really isn't THAT crazy ... )
Then we headed out to dinner, courtesy of Jay's parents. They will be happy to know that we didn't burn the money at Chuck E. Cheese's, but totally classed it up at a fancy restaurant called the Rim Rock Café, which not only required reservations and serviettes, and served food that looked like this:
... but also called for me to dig way to the back of my underwear drawer and pull out something that wouldn't cause me to suffer from VPL when combined with my spiffy white pants. It was THAT fancy.
Finally, after dinner (where we broke all cultural protocols governing taking pictures of your food at a four-star, Zagat's-rated restaurant) we headed back to the hotel and cracked open the bottle of bubbly that Jay's cousin Thorsten bequeathed us during his visit here last week.
Room, food, drinks ... and no bill drenched in guilt? Definitely a happy anniversary.