Anniversaire

So you know how boys always get the bad rap for forgetting important dates (birthdays, anniversaries,etc)? Well, I’m the asshole on this one. When I booked my trip to Kripalu, I was so excited about the workshop that I completely blanked on the fact that tomorrow is our one year anniversary. It just flew my mind. I’m not a huge anniversary geek but this one feels important—I mean, a year ago who would’ve thought that we’d be here? And yet here we are, and we’re happy (at least I am), happier than I knew it was possible to be. And yet, I didn’t make the connection between dates, so there’ll be no anniversary lovin’ tomorrow. Lunchboy doesn’t seem too upset. He’s excited to set up the new entertainment center and get some HD Gamecube action going. Because what’s a girlfriend-free weekend without at least 6 hours of Smash Brothers? He’s fine with doing an anniversary dinner next weekend. But I still feel bad. Not bad enough to cancel the trip, though. Part of me feels like at this age it’s less vital to rely on dates to reinforce the progression of relationships. Then again, that’s probably just yet another in a long line of attempts to avoid responsibility…