The Lady and I got married exactly eight years ago today on a hot summer evening in Gentilly. Exactly one year ago we were in the throws of refugee-dom and forgot about our anniversary until half-way through the day. (It was also the day we learned for sure that our house had flooded). We "celebrated" with burgers at a random marina bar in southern Alabama.
So this year we're making it right. This year we're doing it up in style with a good dinner in a real restaurant in our beloved home town.
Happy anniversary, darlin'.