3 years...

September 29th marked three years for my baby and I (you may now throw up). I'll spare you all the lovey dovey bullshit and take you back a year ago to our 2 year anniversary...

Actually, I'll take you back a few weeks before our anniversary.

Being out of shape, we decided that we wanted to get bikes so we could start getting some exercise. Both of us were broke at the time, so we decided we would get each other bikes for our anniversary. Well, as it got closer to our anniversary I still didn't have any money, so I told him that we should hold off on the bikes. (I'm still broke to this day)

Jump ahead to our anniversary and I still have no clue what we're doing for our anniversary and I STILL don't have money for a present. He's decided to surprise me. I hate surprises. I've hated them since I was 10.

He shows up to my house and makes me go outside and close my eyes. What does he pull out of the car? A fucking bike. After I told him not to get it because I couldn't afford to get his for another couple of weeks. I called him an asshole because I was pissed he got it when I didn't have anything for him. He threw a card at me. His plan was a picnic in City Park and a bike ride. I was surprised, but in a good way.

Of course deciding what to do was where it ended. He had the bikes, but he didn't have the food. So, we headed to Walmart with the disaster food stamps that we had gotten a few weeks before from Gustav to get food (remind me to tell you about how I got asked if I spoke English when I was in line to get the damn food stamps). How romantic! A picnic courtesy of the federal government!

Once we had the food, we headed out to the park. Being all gay and shit, I wanted a basket for the bike. It took maybe 15-20 minutes to get the damn basket on the bike. After that was done, we ate and then the devil took over my bike.

We started off and within 2 minutes I managed to scrape my toe. Yes, I wore flip flops to ride a bike. Sure I was asking for it, but it was still hot out. I had started off a little wobbly and put my foot down when I stopped, but I think my toe stopped me more than the brakes on the bike did. I kept thinking that I know it had been a few years, but I know how to ride a damn bike.

Not having any band-aids or anything of the first aid variety, we took off again. We had started off on the DCC side of the park and were getting close to NOMA when for whatever reason I lost control of the bike. The damn thing wouldn't peddle forward. I stopped and nearly died. Once I stopped, the chain came off, which was great because we didn't have anything to fix it with and we weren't even close to the car.

Not knowing how the hell to fix it, we called my mom. Laugh it up. In the end, we wound up having to take the death trap back to Walmart a few days later. I was very disappointed. I loved that bike, when it wasn't trying to kill me. We had to learn the hard way that the geniuses at Walmart don't always put the bikes together correctly.

So how did we spend the rest of our anniversary last year? Knocked out. We were too exhausted to even think about trying to salvage the rest of the day. That and I had to work that night. I appreciated his efforts, but I'm sure as usual I didn't come off as being very appreciative. Yeah, gotta work on that...

Jump ahead a year later and you ask how did we spend it this year? I spent it at the hospital for clinical and he spent it at home. No dinner, no dessert (mmmmm...cake). Who knows if we'll do anything this year to mark the occasion. Who knows if we'll ever have a decent anniversary at this point. I still love him though...