We celebrated appropriately by watching a depressing movie about prostitution and teenage abortion. (It was a toss up between this indie film or another episode of Mad Men Season One - a television program of nastiness that never fails to leave me feeling hollow inside.) Although it must be 2008 -- viewing was on a lap top whilst sitting on the couch and certainly not at the Majestic Theatre, which now has, huh? crappy concerts? Just like the Pinkney Street Hideaway (now a parking lot!) and O'Cayz Corral (burned to the ground!) the majority of our early dating landmarks are gone gone gone. Except for the Plaza Tavern.
No matter, we're still here. Tra la la.
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Ah, just like a strong relationship, movies of prostitution and hopelessness are timeless. Hubert would be proud. Congratulations.
Happy congratulations, and bravo to a perfect celebration! Viva love!
I had a plaza burger last weekend and actually thought of the many times you and I would walk there.
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