Didn't happen. G wasn't particularly stoked about the photo shoot idea, the performers at the concert weren't exactly in our top ten and the fact that they were calling for rain all weekend put a damper on any fun, scenic exploration.
So we decide to go to Halifax on Saturday. I mean, we can't go wrong visiting our old stomping grounds, right? We checked into a Hotel and decided right away to go for pizza, in which I insisted on trying something new instead of going with something we knew we loved. Sadly, the pizza wasn't all it was cracked up to be and I left feeling super unsatisfied. Sigh. Why oh why didn't we just go with something we knew we loved!? Moving on, we had to find something to do inside because of the rain, so we decided to go to a movie just like old times. Now get this, the movie was such a let down that we left within the first 40 minutes. We looked at each other several times, rolled our eyes until we couldn't take it anymore and left. Back to the hotel we went...
I woke up Sunday, June 30th feeling so excited. I was ecstatic to say we'd been married a whole year and for a few minutes we happily reminisced. I planned that we'd go get breakfast somewhere new and fancy, but learned quickly that G, knowing I wasn't sleeping well lately, let me sleep in and grabbed himself some breakfast downstairs. No big deal, this just meant that I'd eat by myself and we'd get on with our day quicker than I thought.
The first thing I wanted to do was drive downtown to the Sunday market to look around. I remember going there once thinking G would love it, the delicious snack stands and the music... I imagined us strolling through the market hand in hand, shopping and tasting new foods... But...
One way streets... No parking... Pouring rain... Screw the market.
We turned around and bypassed the rush of downtown, and I thought of swinging into the Freak Lunchbox to grab some candy. I always enjoyed a grab bag full of my old favorite candy, and figured they'd be great to snack on while spending an hour or two at the Clay Café, except...
G not having a sweet tooth made for the quickest and most boring browse through the candy store, and after thirty minutes at the Clay Café with a party of fourteen children running and screaming...We left.
We ran from the Jeep through the rain to a place for lunch, and then onto a bar for a drink. It was a dark bar that we had never been to, and I was very turned off by the hot headed bar tender who was loud, rude and making me very uncomfortable. I tried to focus on coming up with a solid, fun plan for the day but couldn't shake feeling discouraged that so far we've yet to have any real fun. So, without ordering a second drink, we left to head back to the hotel where we crashed for a few hours.
As I got ready for the evening I had a glass of our wedding wine. G doesn't like wine, so I drank alone. For some reason, I get it in my head that he will learn to like wine just for me. So we can be that couple that drinks wine together, you know? Anyway, not this time. I was wearing my wedding day ear rings, lipstick and even my wedding shoes that so perfectly matched my new dress, and I was quietly overjoyed to sport these items for the second time. However, to my surprise, G didn't pack the appropriate clothes for a fancy dinner out, he apparently wasn't thinking that we needed to be fancy at all, so I had no choice but to change. I toned it down to jeans and a top, minus this that and everything that I planned to wear.
Are you catching my drift here? See where I'm going with this?
Needless to say, I was a bit upset going out the door, dwelling on the fact that things weren't unfolding the way I had planned and that G wasn't going out of his way to be romantic or excited about our anniversary. I mean, he only packed flip flops.
I stewed and made it clear that I had wanted more out of our day, but G asked me to stop thinking of how the weekend could have been and start thinking of how the weekend should have been. It should have just been easy. He reminded me that this time last year, all I cared about was just being with him and nothing else mattered. Coming home to our humble abode on our Wedding night made me happier than any fancy hotel ever could, and having coffee from our own kitchen and relaxing in our own bed beats any expensive weekend in the city. I've never stressed about what to wear, where to go, what to do and how much to spend... Why start now?
So I stopped over thinking everything. Our dinner date at The Keg turned out to be great, like always the meal was fantastic and it wouldn't have been any better in a dress and heels. From there, I scratched the idea that we needed to be alone to celebrate our anniversary, so we took a cab across the city to a small pub where our friends were playing a fundraiser, we had some drinks and finally relaxed. Our friend gave us a special shout out over the speakers and on top of that, I met a friend of a friend who wanted to hear all about our Wedding day and even see pictures. I was happy to show pictures and do my own reflecting on how lovely our wedding day was, and let me tell you, nothing beats a trip down memory lane with a few glasses of wine pumping through your veins.
In the end, the highlights of our anniversary weekend were the little things that we didn't plan. I didn't schedule in the few times G gave me an unexpected kiss or held my hand, and I didn't plan the mid-afternoon cuddle session while watching some of the NHL Draft. I also didn't plan on finding his hidden love note in the Sunday Herald crossword puzzle, or being given a few hours to myself to enjoy a venti caramel macchiato with my thoughts and a blank journal. Those were the happiest moments, and they weren't written in my agenda.
So, the best part of our anniversary was going with G's plan all along, which was just being us. Just being normal people who go for dinner on their Anniversary.
There's nothing wrong with just being normal people.