ANNIVERSARY!

So tonight was our anniversary. One year. We are such children. But it does feel fun to play grown up :)
we celebrated by going out to the fanciest non-suit and tie restaurant our small town offers. and since my Boy is a cheapskate, we went for the 4-6 early evening special, (a bargain at a mere $18.95!!) actually, in all seriousness, it was an excellent meal, and i NEVER eat somewhere that nice, so it was a great treat. i very much enjoyed the food, and the atmosphere, and of course, my Boy. apparently, we're both somewhat soft spoken creatures. this wasn't obvious at the beginning of the meal; we both could converse across the wide, wide table fairly easily. but by the end, when it was nearing seven, we could barely hear ourselves think. of course, since i do so little of that, i ignored the fact that i was having difficulty hearing my thoughts, and just started talking, and talking, and talking, and he was amusedly smiling at me from the other side, smiling and nodding for all he was worth. five minutes into it, i realized he couldn't hear a word i was saying, especially since i had just thrown in the phrase, "freaky vegetarians barbeque delicious little hamsters in amsterdam," and got no adverse and at least surprised reply. on the other hand, he could hear when i mouthed, "you're cute." so maybe. never know with him.
when we had eaten and all that jazz, we headed off to the movies. i had seen that 10000 BC was playing at some remote movie theater off in the hills by the university so we decided to go see that. we got in the car, happy and full after our meal, cooing at each other and compliments flowing abundant. five minutes later, we were snapping, "NO! you don't go down state to get to fairhaven! you have to go up around the campus." "no, no, no, no, no my darling girlfriend, state is the only way to get to it. trust me." foolishly, i did. "turn here," i said, after we had gone his way for long enough. "No," was his curt reply. then, for some reason, he got onto the interstate. going towards absolutely nowhere. i reminded him of this as we got on the on-ramp, and told him we wouldn't be able to get off for another ten miles. He didn't believe me for a while. But soon he saw i was right. and boy, did i remind him of that fact. the ride got even better when he discovered the use of a lavatory would be an amazing thing. being the supportive, kind thing i am, i started singing in my loud off-key, but still delightfully charming voice, "Triiiiiiiiickling waaaaateeerrrrrr... Ruuuuuuunniiiiiiing water... Gushing, cascading WATERFAAAAAAAAAALS make me so thiiiiiiiirsty for some waaaaaaterrr!!!!" yeah, he didn't like that song so much. he managed to successfully strangle me AND drive on the freeway at the same time. i think i might have been more impressed if i could have breathed for that stretch of the road. eventually, we found the movie theater. but not after touring the backwoods hick towns of our fair city. mumbling to himself, "i have to pee, i have to pee, i have to peeeeeee", he climbed out of the car, and i followed. he's got the money, after all. can't rush ahead of mr. moneybags. i've discovered it hurts your chances of getting into those moneybags :)
we got into the movie, just in time to catch the last two previews, and then.... the feature presentation. i spent most of my time buried in his shoulder, apparently i'm not a big fan of knifings and scary things like that. it was a good movie though, a bit lacking in plot development, but cool graphics and all that.
on our way home, we had just enough time to get there before my ten o clock curfew. we have it worked down to a science, leaving exactly enough time to get home. well, apparently the yellow light he took a right on looked red to the cop behind us. so there we are, just happily driving onto the on ramp, and then we hear, "WHOOP WHOOP!" "CRAP!" we both said in unison, and we pulled over. After letting us sit in the car for a while, trying to figure out what we did wrong, (he's never been pulled over before, how's that for the stereotypical twenty year old male?) and i guessed right, much good that did us. the officer swaggered over to the car, and said, "hey, did you know, youre supposed to stop at red lights, son." HA, i thought silently. I was RIGHT. humbly, my not so humble Boy said, "Uh, yes sir, yes sir, I know. I didn't realize it was red...." here he was cut off. "Even if you're taking a right you need to stop all the way at red lights. Registration, license, proof of insurance?" i scrambled to find them all in the glove compartment, and handed them to the Boy who in turn handed them to the officer. he flipped through them all, taking his sweet time about it. now it was ten. when i was supposed to be home. I reached for my phone to call my mom. crap. it wasn't in my pocket. frantically i started digging for it. coat pockets, pants pockets, backpack, floor, dashboard, seat... nowhere to be found. and shoot. i had left it on silent for work. no way to call it when i got home to find it. oh well. mom would just have to wait an extra fifteen minutes.
yeah, right. the officer finally let us go, after a lengthy go around, (but no ticket, yay!!) and we pulled in my driveway fifteen minutes late. i dug around a bit more, but eventually he found it, under the seat somehow. weird. and yeah, mom had definitely called four minutes ago, and seven minutes ago, and ten minutes ago. oops. and now since im still a bit upset about the whole deal, im not going to go into the gory details of the conversation that ensued. the problem lays in the fact that i told all the truth, it was definitely not my fault that my phone fell out of my pocket, and it was definitely not my fault that we were pulled over. buuuuut, i got yelled at anyways. ah well. i can understand if they were worried or something. sadly, its not that they're worried at all. they merely dont trust me is all... oh well. life'll go on, right? :)
tonight was really really fun. i love him. here's to another year.