Mark and me in the lobby of the JW Marriott hotel. Fancy pants for us! Lots of fun to actually be out and about on at Saturday night once more. It has been YEARS!
Yikes! We’ve Been Married 21 Freakin’ Years!
Wow! Check out that hopeful, happy dew-faced couple here from our wedding. Where in BLAZES did those two go? How did we EVER get covered in Senior Suits? Does time REALLY FRICKIN’ fly?
Looking back, I am amazed at our energy, vim and verve! Even though we weren’t Spring chickens even then. I was in my 30s and Mark a 40ish bachelor guy when we tied the knot. And I’m also amazed that we made it to the altar as we are so very, very different.
How Come What You LOVE is What Drives You Crazy?
Here’s a funny thing I’ve noticed in romance, family, AND friendships. Often the very qualities that were SO enticing in the beginning of a relationship are the VERY things that bug the crap out of you later.
Part of that may be that we are ‘on our BEST behavior’ at the beginning of any relationship – or even when ‘we decide to do better‘ for some reason. But no one, can keep his or her social mask intact over the long haul. Not dating, not BFFs, not at work, not during family visits. Sometime it just has to crack and the REAL YOU (or them) comes tumbling out.
In our case, I’m an early bird, rising at 5AM many days, falling asleep by 9 or 10 PM. Mark is just getting his energy on and is eating dinner at my bedtime. I talk your ear off. Mark likes to be quiet. I’m usually fine hanging out in a crowd. Mark prefers space. I love being on the go and juggling projects and ideas. Mark likes to proceed one thing at a time, thoughtfully and methodically.
Even what we eat is different. Guess his favorite food? ALL SEAFOOD! Guess what makes me sick, and the slightest smell of it even makes me gag. SEAFOOD. So many recipes that sound SO GREAT to me, contain spice or ingredients that turn him off and vice versa. I’m surprised we EVER made a meal together.
Even though we’re getting to be like OLD bamboo that’s a bit stiff, bamboo, at heart survives by bending in the storm.
I LOVE the TV show, Nashville. Mark has never even seen it. Despite this, he agreed to accompany his gaga wife to see many of the Nashville stars sing live in downtown LA at the Nokia Theater. Conveniently, the concert was ON our anniversary, and our anniversary was on a Saturday night! Yahoo!
We stayed at the swanky JW Marriott, a property just steps from the theater. And ::SMOOCH:: JW for upgrading us to an awesome suite with Mad Men decor and killer city views in honor of our occasion.
We had snacks prior to the show and then wandered around after looking for chow. Surprisingly, the only venues serving right then were clubs with lines of skimpy clad 20 somethings snaking round the block. Not our scene, so we finally ended up ‘dining’ almost at midnight at Wolfgang Puck’s WP24 at the Ritz-Carleton (sister property to good ole’ JW)
It was thrilling, and I think Mark enjoyed the food. I enjoyed the romanic view. My tummy just wasn’t really UP for digesting or tasting so late at night, but I DID have a sip of wine and a bite of the dim sum that Mark thoughtfully ordered with separate dipping sauce so my chicken wouldn’t be contaminated by his shrimp. Even though I was dining without really eating, I thoroughly enjoyed our anniversary dinner experience.
Also, even though we fell asleep REALLY late for me, I was up at the crack of dawn per usual. A peek out of the window revealed the swimming pool in shade. Perfect! I let Mark enjoy his Zzzzs while I made myself happy with a trip to the coffee bar and a dip in the pool before breakfast.
Speaking of breakfast, I LOVED my buffet meal. I let myself have a bite of every single thing that looked at all good to me. Took my time, and relished it all. Do I wish Mark loved the morning and joined me? Sure. But he can only bend so far, Mr. Cute Bamboo. And rather than wishing my time away on what isn’t, I decided to LOVE what is. I had an anniversary where I got many of my things and he got many of his, and we both had the time of our lives. Sometimes us bendy bamboo outlasts strong oaks in a storm.