Saturday Night Serenade–Another Anniversary

Well, to be honest, we have a few.  Anniversaries, that is.  We celebrate our wedding(s), along with the date we first met, and some other significant times.

Originally, Mr. R. and I had planned a March 10 wedding in the backyard of our home out here in the boondocks west of West Palm Beach.  But then, one late September morning, he surprised me by saying, “Let’s go get our marriage license today.”  To which I replied, “Oh, hell yeah!”  We’d been together for about six years at the time, and if the man was ready for a license, I wanted to act before he changed his mind.

Turns out, Florida has a 3-day waiting period between the time you get a marriage license and the time you can actually get married.  I mean, seriously?  It’s not like it’s a gun or something.  Anyway, on the morning of October 2, 2011, we were married in our backyard by a dear friend of ours, a dotty little Wiccan, in the weirdest ceremony you ever saw.  It was awesome!

But then, on the following March 10, we were married again, as planned, in a huge celebration and surrounded by all our friends.  The whole thing was fun and relaxing and full of joy.  People still talk about it.

When these anniversaries roll around, I find myself in a thoughtful mood, thankful for all I have.  I was married before, you know.  I can’t help but compare.

With my nightmare, I couldn’t do anything right.  He criticized everything I did, everything I said, everything I wore.  I even opened the kitchen cabinets wrong, y’all.  I remember hearing this song at the time and longing for a man who loved me, who didn’t want to change everything about me.

It was different when I watched this today.  Because I have a baby who loves me just the way that I am.  He believes in me and makes me believe in myself.  And it’s an amazing feeling.

I hope you have the same.  It’s a blessing, I tell you.  One I don’t want to take for granted.  To you and yours, happy Saturday night!

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Celebrate Summer Date Night

Sorry about the recent trend, but have I mentioned that I’m somewhat happy that Summer is here?

wpid-20150606_130725-1.jpgMr. R. returned from his errands yesterday with these gifts.  It’s going to be a glorious summer.  For one thing, now that I’m off work, Mr. R.’s new schedule is the bomb.  We get to sleep late together every day since he doesn’t have to be at work until late afternoon.  Then he leaves, giving me quiet time to write and not feel like I’m ignoring him.

We went out for date night last night to one of my favorite locations, Clematis Street in West Palm Beach. (I know, I’ve written about it a million times).  We had no solid plan and after strolling up and down the street a for a few blocks we settled on Duffy’s Sports Grill.  In the interest of full disclosure, Mr. R. worked part-time as a server at Duffy’s (although not at the Clematis location) as a second job when we first started dating.

Duffy’s is a local chain that began in Palm Beach Gardens in a small building that currently houses one of my favorite bars on the planet, Pirate’s Well.  From that one restaurant, the company grew to 29 locations located mostly in South Florida.  Duffy’s is a sports bar and grill with views of any number of television screens from any seat in the place.  They offer typical bar food and have a nice Happy Hour special of two-for-one drinks all the time.

Truthfully, it’s not my absolute favorite place to go but it was right for our budget last night and the food was really good.  We sat outside and watched the world go by up and down Clematis, including one Segway tour (Note to self–Never go anywhere and take a Segway tour.  You look like an idiot.)

wpid-fb_img_1433625807977-1.jpgIt was such a nice relaxing time.  Mr. R., faithfully being careful with what he eats and drinks, drank unsweetened tea with a splash of lemonade while I had the Grand Raspberry Peach Cosmo (times two, of course).  For nibbles we had a small order of boneless chicken wings with Buffalo sauce, an order of fries, and the chicken tostado nachos.  Okay, we weren’t exactly eating clean, but it was a nice cheat night.

Following our time at Duffy’s we strolled down toward the east end of Clematis where it meets with Flagler and the waterfront.  We just missed a wedding at the end of the floating dock that goes out into the Intracoastal.  The wedding party was leaving the dock and crossing Flagler to where the reception was being held.  Some guys were breaking down the ceremony site and Mr. R. asked if he could take a flower from one of the arrangements for his ‘lady’.  They were happy to oblige and Mr. R. picked a beautiful peach rose which I carried as we walked to the end of the dock and looked back at the city.

Grey clouds made for a beautiful evening and as we stood there we could hear the cheers of bar patrons watching American Pharaoh win the Triple Crown.  It was a great way to celebrate the arrival of Summer.

He’s A Card, That One

I mentioned in a post yesterday that we are preparing into go full-on wedding prep mode.  My son’s informal beach wedding is in two weeks.  My folks are flying here from Pennsylvania the Thursday before the ceremony.  My mom texted me this morning to ask what my father should wear.  I figured the best thing for me to do was to ask Mr. R. what he plans on wearing.

wpid-screenshot_2015-04-19-11-16-29.pngI texted him at work to ask the question and this is the picture he sent me.  I am especially a fan of the pants.

I’m hopeful that my dad can find something like it so they can match.  Bah-hah-ha!

The Calm Before The Storm

We are two weeks out from my son’s wedding.  It’s going to be a simple beach affair with only about thirty guests, most of whom are family.  Mr. R. and I are have been assigned the responsibility of beverages for the reception.  The wedding itself is at 10:00am, so we won’t have alcohol except for a little mimosa station.  We’ll probably spend next weekend really gearing up, buying sodas, water, juices, ice, etc.  We’ll also be busy getting the house in order.  Later that week out of town guests begin to arrive.

So this weekend, Mr. R. and I are spending a quiet weekend doing not much of anything.  We did, however, go out to Lowe’s looking for inexpensive annuals for me to take to work for an Earth Day project.  (Yep, that’s this coming week.)  We lucked out, finding a bunch of things on the clearance rack.  I picked out some marigolds, petunias, and a couple of other things for fifty cents apiece.

wpid-20150418_163557-1.jpgAs we were checking out, I spied some interesting yet battered looking rose bushes and much to my delight, they were on clearance for five dollars.  I love roses, but, and this is important, I don’t like red roses.   They’re just way too cliche.  We currently have a yellow rose and the blooms often have a pink tinge to them, and we have a lovely pale pink whose blooms are sometimes sort of ombre, palest near the center to bright pink near the edges.

We welcome to our little rose family this blue hybrid tea rose.  The flowers currently on the bush are a little beat up but I’ve never seen any this color.  I can’t wait until we nurse it back to health.

And yes, I am ignoring the fact that my baby is getting married and moving 1,600 miles away.  And that my house will soon be a hive of activity resembling Grand Central Station.  Don’t judge me.

Easter Lunch

It was Easter Eve, actually.  Mr. R. and I took his daughter and my son out for lunch yesterday.  She was just back from a couple of months in New Mexico where she attempted to ‘find herself.’  My son was exactly one month away from his wedding and his move 1,600 miles away.

I tried to push the thought that we won’t have many more of these opportunities right out of my head as we enjoyed a beautiful Saturday afternoon in downtown West Palm Beach.  We had lunch at Grease Burger Bar on Clematis Street.

wpid-20150404_123924-1.jpgWe snagged a table on the sidewalk, the better to enjoy the fresh air, blue sky, and plentiful sunshine as people passed back and forth on their way to and from the West Palm Beach Green Market.  Mr. R. and I have been to the Green Market before, but not since it moved to the east end of Clematis.  We made a note that we need to go down there again one Saturday specifically to enjoy the market.

While the menu at Grease is diverse, everyone chose their favorite burger (Mr. R. also added a hot dog) and we had a large order of onion rings and a larger order of fries for the table.  The food was hot, delicious, and plentiful.  Some of us took home leftovers.

Over lunch, we heard stories of life in New Mexico, why it sucks, and potential new jobs back here in South Florida.  We also got caught up on wedding plans and on arrangements for newlyweds starting a life in Omaha.

Mr. R. and I have cobbled together a life that rather resembles a patchwork quilt.  Not everything matches, but somehow it all seems to go together.  And we know that we’re blessed.  Happy Easter, everyone.

Friday Eve

You know, if you think of Thursday as ‘Friday Eve,’ it seems more like the weekend.  I’ll keep telling myself that, anyway.  That means it’s almost Date Night.

Mr. R. and I are attending a wedding on Saturday.  I’ve been kind of excited about it.  Who doesn’t love an an excuse to get all gussied up?  We couldn’t remember the when and the where so I dug out the invitation the other day.  Here’s the thing:  The service is at 2:30.  And the reception is at 6:00.  That’s an awfully long time.  I hadn’t planned on committing to a whole day for this thing.  Sigh.

I was thrilled by an opportunity we had for Sunday.  We were invited by one of Mr. R.’s work contacts to share a table at a fund-raiser for Big Dog Ranch Rescue, the largest no-kill animal shelter in Florida.

The event is called Wine, Women, & Shoes and it’s being held at Mar-a-Lago, the opulent Palm Beach estate-turned-resort of Donald Trump.  Jimmy Choo is the official shoe sponsor.  What’s not to love about this?

The problem is that Mr. R. works on Sunday.  I suppose it’s just as well.  It would be rough hitting the work week having been out all weekend.

I’ll keep telling myself that.  Just like I’ll keep calling today Friday eve.