Anniversary Day

Today is my double anniversary. It's a gorgeous day with crisp Fall air and I'm rocking my Rangers shirt and cream suede croc boots. It's my boots first day out of the box this season and they do not disappoint.

Two years ago today, Boo and I sat at The Quarter and over a Tito's and a glass of red wine I said, "So I guess you're kind of my boyfriend." We'd been dating for four months, but due to other circumstances in life I wouldn't claim him until I knew for absolute sure. And Oct 28th, 2008, I knew. And he ran with it.

Last year on this same day, I sat at the doctor's office with my Mom after months of sickness, issues and feeling absolutely terrible almost every minute of every day and was diagnosed with Type-1 Diabetes. Happy Anniversary.

I'm celebrating my one year with a 5K and the 2 fundraisers I've done over this last year for the ADA. And I'm celebrating the second - well, I hope we celebrate. I'm at work now and we're meeting at The Quarter to watch baseball. It is the biggest series of the year and our team is playing so I get it. But I do hope there's more to it than this. I left post it notes all over the house with the million reasons I love him (in his bathroom drawer, on the mirror, on the Splenda jar, on the front door, on his computer, on the dog's collar, on his car, etc) and he doesn't know yet, but I also got a gift certificate for dinner at our new favorite "affordable" restaurant up by the store.

So Happy Double Anniversary to me. I've survived the last two years and changed physically, mentally and emotionally - all for the better.

Cheers!

Pig Races

I seriously just love this fat, slow brown pig. The others are racing as fast as they can and this little guy is just out to enjoy the scene.

Love him!

Great State Fair

I just got back from the State Fair. It was actually a really monumental moment for me. I've only been to the fair twice in my life, the second being this evening. And it was a perfect remedy for memories from the first time.

A couple of years ago I went to the fair for my engagement pictures. Yes, engagement pictures. They were perfect. It was like moments of happiness and an amazing love story captured in time. The real truth is that he was pissy and annoyed before the pictures were over...true to form. But it's the only memory I have of the fair - the rides, the fun house and the picture in front of the Midway.

So tonight I went with Boo and we went in style. Our friend is a Lieutenant and in charge of security for the entire shabang and got is in VIP. We were escorted to private parking and taken in the golf cart through the back entrance. Saved $45 in tickets and parking right there. We drank beer, ate sausage on a stick and split a corndog. I won a tigger-ish stuffed Tiger and we watched a pig race. (my favorite moment ever!) It was hot, tiring, crowded and perfect. Best of all, we're home on the couch, feet on the coffee table with TV and food, Misty on the floor. This time, the fair ended well. No pictures to prove it, but that's OK. I'm glad to take these steps, even if I'm the only one that ever knows the meaning in them.

Most Awkward First Date

But it wasn't a first date. In fact, since I have a boyfriend and this was another female, it technically wasn't a date at all. However, if it had been a first date, it would have been the most awkward ever.

My hot girlfriend (she's a girl and a friend) and I went on a girl date this week. I had two screening passes to a new chick flick and then we'd continue our tradition of sushi dinner. Walking to the theater we're informed that the screening is already full. Overbooked. OK, scratch that, let's just do dinner.

We were in a burbish neighborhood so we were trying somewhere new. I typed the addy into my new IPhone and off we went - for about 5 miles into the suburbs. No restaurants around. This cannot be right. So I ignore the directions and decide to check the address. Which took us all the way back to where we started - at a location we had both already been to. However that restaurant had closed and this was some 2-month old sushi spot in its place.

30 minutes into our failed attempt at a date we get a table. I'm newly diabetic and hadn't tried sushi yet with the insulin, so it was a total shit show trying to order from our waitress that spoke little to broken English and just smiled and nodded. Eventually the bartender took our order and filled us in on cucumber-wrapped sushi, no rice. Rock on! I can still eat my fav food!

Spicier than hell edamame that left seasoning in your teeth and a hole in your stomach, a questionable "sampler" that was in a beautiful martini glass, 2 rolls, a mixup between sushi and sashimi and a bottle of wine later we had made our way through dinner mainly unscathed. Now the check. After 30 minutes of empty wine glasses, empty plates and no contact with our waitress I waved her over. She smiled and walked away. After 30 more minutes we finally got her over. I needed change. At one point my friend noticed our waitress peering through the circle glass in the kitchen watching us to see when we leave. (insert dumbfounded look here). I still need change and only have $2.25 towards her tip - not enough by half. So I get my change from the bartender. When I get up, the waitress runs over and swipes the half tip off the table. I put the rest of the tip on the now empty table, shook my head and we left. I hope the waitress went back to get the rest of her tip.

If we didn't know each other so well that would have been a super awkward hour. How many times can you make the joke "gee, I wonder where our waitress is?" Why is dating, even if it isn't really dating, always so ridiculous?