The man whooshed into the room, freshly grouchy from a work conference call at an unearthly hour. "Happy Anniversary!" He chirped. Point to him. However, I made an effort to put on the wedding band and a solitaire the man had bought early in the relationship. The man, is more conscientious about wearing his wedding band than I am. Between tea and piano classes, changing adult diapers, wielding mops and brooms, pilates and parkour, the rings are honestly pesky. I've conveniently left the rings in the drawer for months now, wearing them out only on the weekends if I remember. :P Anyway, we've made a pact not to mark this date or purchase presents in its honor. So we went about the day in the most typical of ways.
Errands, classes and work for us. I had a most spontaneous lunch date with a darling girlfriend who was flying off in the evening to a glorious vacation. The man went out for a buddy's birthday lunch. In the evening, we appeared at the bar for a nip of whisky and randomly met half the world there, with nobody having made any sort of prior arrangements. Everybody adjourned for an impromptu, friggin spicy delicious dinner at Yhingthai Palace Restaurant.
And this is how it shall be if the fates will have it so. We'll define this marriage on our terms. The 18th day of every October to be mundane, spent with friends, serendipity and much laughter.