Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The traditional gift is paper. I gave him beer.

This past weekend Andrew and I celebrated our first anniversary.  If that seems confusing, it is.  We had our fancy wedding this past May with friends and family and all the drama hoopla, but it was just a do-over.  We actually eloped last December 18 (what can I say, we were lookin for a tax break) in a quiet little just-the-two-of-us ceremony at home in front of our Christmas tree.   It was intended to be a secret, but that didn’t work out. (Story for another time).

Anyhow, Andrew’s brother was staying with us last week and there was something sort of depressing about spending our first anniversary sitting on the couch watching Aziz Asari’s stand-up routine for the third time that week.

So I booked us a room at a B&B up in Lambertville, NJ.  Its right across the Delaware River from the equally adorable and quaint town of New Hope, PA.  My choice of Lambertville was not random.  It is also home to the River Horse Brewery, which is one of our favorites. 

We walked around a bit to kill some time before the next tour.




We made our way ( a whopping 4 blocks) to River Horse for a tour/tasting.  What can I say? I’m an awesome wife.  I’m not really into the tours. The process of making beer is pretty much the same everywhere.  I do like drinking beer. So that’s what I did. And took a couple crappy photos, too.





It was $1 for a tasting at the brewery.  We stayed awhile.


At some point, we stumbled into a wine store who also did tastings.

We stayed there a bit, too.

Then we walked to New Hope, where we found another brewery. This is Andrew’s reaction:


After this, we decided some food in our stomachs was a good idea and made our way to a BYOB, and proceeded to carb load.

We eventually stumbled back to the B&B and fell into bed.

On the way home the next day we found a HUGE flea market.  I thought it would be like thrifting, which I have limited patience for.  But it wasn’t! they had so much cool stuff! I think flea markets are my new “thing.”

Overall, it was about as perfect a time as we could have had.  I didn’t cry and we didn’t argue once.  That’s probably a new record.

I kid. (Not really)

On a sincere note, I am so lucky to be married to my best friend. He makes me laugh till I cough, or pee, or cry, he knows how to fix pretty much anything, he has amazing dancing skills, he brews great beer, he gets up in the middle of the night to take the dog out, he is a really great defensive driver, and he always tells me when I have stuff stuck to my face.

I love you, Andrewwww!!!

Here’s to many more adventures!

This is the only picture taken of us on the night we were married, post 6 glasses of champagne. Sorry we ruined your party, Marina!



Leslie said...

I always take people on a tour of the local brewery when they visit... Not because I find it interesting, but because they give you free beer! It's lovely.

Sarah P said...

Aw. That's really sweet.

Now, please tell the eloping story.