Matt and I celebrated our first anniversary yesterday. We got dressed up, except not really that dressed up since Matt left his dress shoes in Calgary the last time we were there, and we went downtown and bought each other books (it is the paper anniversary, after all) and went for tapas and got some chicken that made our noses run profusely, among other tasty treats. It was nice to get out and talk and goof around and get a wee bit drunk on girly martinis (well, I did anyway, Matt had manly beer). I have to learn how to make espresso martinis, they are awesome. After that we went for a walk and watched the buskers a bit and balked at the price of a horse-drawn carriage ride (40 bucks for 15 minutes?!?) It was a good time.

I am terribly amused at this list of wedding anniversaries. Apparently, if you go by the "modern" instead of "traditional" definitions, on our 44th anniversary we will be buying each other groceries. HAhahahaha! And on our 46th anniversary we will need to compose original poetry tributes to each other. BWAhahahahaha! I think we'll stick with the traditional definitions.

Happy Anniversary, honey! Let's hope the next year brings more of the "in health" and less of the "in sickness" part of our promises, and more of the "for richer" and less of the "for poorer" part.