Wednesday, Jaybird and I started the weekend off early by going out to dinner at the fast casual restaurant where, in a previous incarnation where it was a fancy tablecloth sit-down-at-a-table place (we mostly hung out in the booth-tv-and-paper-placemat bar instead), we had our first anniversary dinner. Same family running the joint, equally delicious food (although a smaller menu) — they just make more money this way so they changed models (and locations).
Sometimes when nineteen years have gone by in the space of about five, it’s nice to at least talk to the same waitress you talked to back then. And leave a 50 percent tip that you couldn’t have afforded back then.
Tonight I’m taking a half-day from work because I realized at the last minute that just-having-used-all-my-vacation-time-be-darned, I really didn’t want to spend the night of our 20th anniversary at work instead of with Jay, tomorrow we’re going out to the boonies to admire the new house of our dear friends who just bought a new house out in the boonies, and otherwise we’re both fervently hoping the weekend will be As Normal As Possible.
Because, for the last twenty years, as normal as possible has been pretty darn good.
So… what’s on your docket?