Thursday, May 04, 2006

A decade and a half

You know the old song lyric, "I love you a bushel and a peck"? Let's change that to "I love you a decade and a half." That's right, folks: The Tangerines celebrate their 15th wedding anniversary tomorrow. We've done no shopping, made no plans, bought nary a greeting card. Because who cares, really? We're not into the traditional trappings so much. Heck, we spent our first married Christmas not with our families, but on a belated honeymoon. (Snorkeling off St. Croix and getting sunburned on Christmas day, in fact.) Now, for our 10th anniversary, I wanted a Tiffany anniversary band, and that's exactly what I got. This year? I figure if Mr. Tangerine ever gets around to choosing a pair of speakers for my computer (not that I need the speakers—but it bothers him that the Mac's wee built-in speaker's sound quality sucks), that'll be good enough. And one of these months, we'll actually order the plasma TV he wants—for his birthday present two months ago, I dropped my objection to having such a monstrosity in the house. It's the thought that counts, right? We are beyond needing trinkets to demonstrate our love for one another.

Ben's big kindergarten show* takes place on Friday morning. My mom's spending the night tomorrow night so's not to have to drive in rush hour to make the 9 a.m. showtime. Hey! Maybe she can babysit so the Tangerines can have an anniversary date. She can put Ben to bed, fire up the TiVo to watch the House two-parter (Omar Epps is clearly being positioned for an Emmy "for your consideration" campaign. He laughs! He cries! Give this fella an award!), and wait for us to return home from a hot date.

Although...we just had a pre-anniversary date last Friday, when my oldest and dearest friend and her partner babysat. The Tangerines ate tapas; Mr. Tangerine had two mojitos and I drank two glasses of white sangria (which I suspect was adulterated with flavorless turpentine, on account of the migraine that took up residence inside my head and lingered for days). So we're not hankering for another date just yet.

I used to insist that Mr. Tangerine get me a card for all the standard Hallmark occasions, but these days, I don't much care about the cards. He's a good man, a good husband, a good father. And he puts out. So, who could ask for more?

What's your favorite birthday/anniversary/Valentine's Day memory involving no gifts?

*The kids in Ben's** homeroom will be dressed like cowboys and cowgirls as they sing "There's No Business Like Show Business." Did Ethel Merman ever wear cowboy boots? And where the hell am I going to track down a kid's cowboy hat tomorrow?

**Ben has pinkeye, by the way. We're giving him antibiotic eyedrops, the generic name of which is my all-time favorite medication name because it's so fun to say: moxifloxacin. It's got moxie! And sounds like Flopsy and Mopsy, without Peter Cottontail.

12 comments:

Feral Mom said...

congratulations!!!!!!

Lisa said...

Aww....congratulations, Orange!

Mignon said...

That's pretty damn cool! Good for you guys.

On our first anniversary (mid-August) I was 5 mos. pregnant and we were visiting friends in Boston. That night we had to go to a lobster feast hosted by our friend's boss on the Cape. They were obscenely wealthy and had a beautiful house in a little bay, and Jim and I played in the sand by the water throwing rocks and looking for hermit crabs, occasionally eating some lobster and french bread while our friends were forced to schmooze.

Mona Buonanotte said...

Congrats to the Orange/Tangerine bond! Yes, yer mom should watch Ben while you and the hubby go to a park and make out like teenagers....

JT said...

1. Kid's cowboy hat: Try Card & Party Warehouse or it's equivalent (Fullerton Ave just west of Clybourn). If they don't have it, there used to be a costume shop on Fullerton near Racine. Might be Broadway Costume.

2. Favorite no-gift memory? Wow, that's tough. How about my engagement? It was never really a question that DH and I would marry; once he moved from Philly to Chicago to be with me, we just started planning the wedding based on when we could get the Hyatt Regency and their kosher kitchen. But I was ringless on my left hand and hadn't had the question popped (I did find out later that DH went to my parents and officially requested my hand in marriage, which impressed the shit out of them.)

Anyway, we were trying to rent an apartment together, and my credit was not stellar. The landlord said they'd take us if we got a cosigner. DH asked his dad to do it, but his dad said no, and that if I couldn't get approved for an apartment, maybe DH shouldn't marry me.

I was crushed, and felt just horrible. DH knelt in front of me and said this wasn't how he wanted to do it, but he couldn't think of a more important time to tell me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.

Damn. That was cool. The man has him some class. Too bad his wifey's a deadbeat!

Congrats on your 15 years together, and here's to many, many more years of happiness and love!

Kelly said...

Congratulations and Happy Anniversary!

E. said...

Felicitations on fifteen years! May your next fifteen be as full of putting out, laughing 'til you cough up a lung, and all around happiness.

Krupskaya said...

Mr. K came to visit me in Russia (where I was working) and at 4:30 in the morning, sitting in my kitchen after a drinking party the night before, asked me to marry him. He said he hadn't planned to do so, but it just kind of came out, and he didn't have a ring for me.

A couple days later, we took a train trip to Karelia, and called it our honeymoon. After we got married, we didn't take a trip until our first anniversary.

Orange said...

Thanks for the congratulations and for sharing your super-sweet stories!

Itchy said...

Happy Anniversary to the Tangerines!! 15 years...that's fantastic!

Emma Goldman said...

Well, since we're likely going to be spending our first anniversary planning our divorce, I'll have to go back a little ways. There's a local restaurant that does a Cuban Christmas Eve dinner, and Craw and I have gone every year--we stuff our faces and waddle home, and this year that was our "present" to each other, because we didn't have a lot of cash for presents and such. I'm gonna miss that . . .

amusing said...

My birthday is near Valentine's Day and every year I celebrated with a tea party thrown in my own honor. I will always remember the year the guy I had a huge crush on arrived wearing a completely out-of-season (February -- think about it!) seersucker suit. He felt like he should dress up and it was all he had. So adorable.