Stuff and Thangs

This last weekend, my wife Katie and I celebrated our first year of being married (also 6 years of going steady). Which is crazy, as I thought she would have bleached my water supply LONG ago. So yeah for being alive! (and for love).

We traveled down to San Antonio for a quick 3 day retreat from dishes and jobs in order to appease our stomachs by making copious offerings of mexican food and alcohol.

They were pleased…for now.

For those of you that don’t know - San Antonio is home to the Riverwalk. Which is very much like the plaza in KC…but bigger, better and with 2000% more riverboat and mexican cowboy action. It’s a tiered city that is pretty fantastic to walk as you go from skyscraper, to street level, to river level, where you end up at hole in the wall margarita cellars that are dwarfed by 300 year old cypress trees that have been claimed by a mallard and his harem of lovely lady ducks.

But the true reason we went is our shared love of mexican food. Which we ate at alarming rates and quantities. If you took a blood sample from me right now the lab results would just come back as a mexican restaurant menu.

We ate ate: Casa Rio, Acenar, and The Esquire Tavern.

We spent the actual night of our anniversary at a place called Boudro’s where I single handedly decimated the lobster and crab populations of the Gulf. It will take years for them to reach stable levels again…and when that time comes - I’ll be waiting.

It’s funny though as my parents were celebrating their 30th anniversary around the same time. They just did it in a much different fashion. While Katie and I were feasting on decadent foods, napping in 85 degree weather, and practicing our impersonations of drunk sloths at a roman banquet hall - my parents were traversing the Smoky Mountains backcountry with 40lbs of gear and misery strapped to their backs while fending off bears and isolation. We’ll let you choose who you vacation with next time.

And finally, this one last thought. I have spent the last 6 years of my life with my favorite person in the world. I simply cannot imagine a life without her in it.

I’m strangely terrible at voicing things like this but I just want her to know that I’ll love her forever…

As long as she still lets me eat her leftovers.