Can you smell me?
That might be because I’m spoiled rotten!
This year our wedding anniversary falls inconveniently on a Tuesday, so this Friday, Paul took me out to celebrate. Diamonds, no kids, high heels–we held hands and kissed under streetlights like two kids who are late for curfew and too drunk on each other to care.
We ate at a restaurant called Shogun where we’ve wanted to go for ages. It has a celebrated sushi bar and those tables with the hibachi in the middle where the Japanese chef spins knives, lights fires, and prepares your food right in front of you as you nibble on the appetizers. Dinner and a show. We sat in the light from the grill and tried to get our minds around Ten Years as we ate delicately seasoned shrimp and steak.
It was a wonderful gift! At least, I thought it was my gift–until Paul revealed my real present: a video iPod.
I nearly wet the car.
Yes, it’s a gadget, and yes, I’m married to a geek, but before you start thinking that this is like that time Fred bought Wilma a bowling ball for their anniversary, can I just tell you how much I wanted one of these? All that trendy Apple advertising of people dancing in silhouette to popular rock songs just got to me, I guess. And I started thinking, and saying, how nice it would be to have one of those. For working out. For walking. For all those moments in life when you just need your own personal soundtrack on hand.
What did I get him?
…I got him some CDs he’s been wanting. Which I will now be ripping to my hard drive to put on my new iPod.
I better make next year a doozie.