Last night Dan and I celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary by cheating. We got dressed up in formal attire, borrowed the car in which Dan proposed to me, and headed to the Montecito Country Club where a big party was waiting for us. And here is how we cheated: the party was to celebrate a wedding, but it wasn't ours. How lucky are we that Douglas Quezada married Lauren Hodson on January 2nd?
We ate a delicious and elegant dinner in a dimly lit buffet hall decorated with roses, candles, twinkle lights and silver. Our napkins were satin. We got to talk with many of our friends, some of whom we haven't seen in a while. We danced, we laughed, we ate cake, we listened to beautiful music and watched touching performances. We even got to take 4 little silver vases of white roses home at the end of the night. We made out like bandits, because all of this was FREE, down to the vintage dress I was wearing. Well, I suppose I did buy the bride and groom a rockin'-awesome cake platter.
The seventh anniversary is apparently a big deal in England. They call it the "Copper Anniversary" and traditionally you are supposed to give each other something copper. I couldn't think of anything copper that Dan would want, so I didn't get him anything. I don't feel bad about it because he doesn't feel bad about it, and we just had Christmas and his birthday... so maybe I'll give him something really amazing next year.
Other things associated with the seventh year are wool, freesia flowers, and desk sets. I guess Dan didn't get the memo on that because he got me something way cooler: a fun and beautiful silver necklace from Tiffany's. I suppose this negates all the money we saved on our free evening.
The "seven year itch?" What seven year itch? I'm not itchy at all. In fact, I've never felt better.