Today is our anniversary, so I'm going to go get my favorite damn crab cakes in the area. You know it's good when there are larger lumps of juicy, sweet crab meat in amidst all the more shredded bits. At least then you know you're not eating a big slab of plankton, or something. They also have a goat cheese appetizer we adore... Larger pieces of the cheese are melted on top of marinara sauce and served with pieces of pita bread to scoop it all up with. We've made it at home, and while not as good, it was still tasty fun.
We've been in love far longer than the mere five years we're officially supposed to be celebrating, so we tend to commemorate the anniversary of our first meeting in person too (although I have also committed to memory the date we met online as well, and I'm usually shit with dates). We met in person on the 4th of July many years ago and there may have been fireworks in the sky, but all I remember were the warm raindrops that soaked our hugs and our own fireworks show, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, ifyaknowwhatahmean, saynomore!
I love my man. Who else would put up with my weirdness?