Today, Kara and I celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary. She’s taking the day off from work, and we’ll be hanging out together in the city. Maybe we’ll catch a show in Manhattan; we’re definitely planning on getting sushi for dinner.
We’ll have to figure out the “cold pizza” thing, though.
On our wedding night, we returned home at around 1AM, both of us ravenous. All we had in the fridge was leftover cold pizza. We sat together on the bed and scorfed it.
One year later, on our first anniversary, completely by coincidence we found ourselves again enjoying cold leftover pizza. We figured that meant it should be a tradition.
So, in the years that followed, the night before our anniversary, we would order pizza and make sure to save some for the next night.
Tonight, she had to work late, and I was called away for an event in the city. By the time we both got home, it was too late to order pizza. Whatever shall we do?
I have a plan.
If I can delay our leaving the house until early afternoon, I can have a pizza delivered and put it in the fridge. Then she and I can go into town, have our day, see our show, and eat our sushi. Then we can come home and share our traditional slice of cold anniversary pizza.
I know, it’s a peculiar “tradition” … but it’s ours.