In March of that year I got the invitation, from my buddy Cliff, to go on a Hummer weekend. Now, don't get too excited. It wasn't that kind of hummer weekend. The dealership, where Cliff bought his General Motors Humvee H2, invited all of their customers for an outing, to TM Shooter's Ranch, in central Florida. We would be camping, trail driving, obstacle coursing, shooting clay pigeons, drinking, and bbqing. Yes, it was every bit the ultimate, good time guy weekend (someday, I may relate the story. It was truly awesome).
Now for some aftshadowing. Aftshadowing is when you get clues to future events, in a story, that should have been obvious... now that I look back at them. In the week before the event, Julie asked me "What time is this thing over on Sunday?" and "When do you think you'll be getting home?" Several times. And then some more. My answer was always "How the hell should I know? I'm just along for the ride." and "Honey, this is something that is much bigger than just me. I'll be home when I get home." I remember saying something like "Why? Do you have plans or something?" She just answered "Nothing in particular. I just wanted to know..."
At some point, on Sunday afternoon, I walked into our townhouse after being dropped off by Cliff. I was carrying a sleeping bag, wearing a backpack, skateboard helmet, mud-stained clothing and smelling of beer, gun powder, bacon and manliness. I was pretty pleased with myself. Upon entering the kitchen, I encountered Julie with tear-swollen eyes and a very, very disappointed expression. "What's wrong, baby?" was coming out of my mouth as my eyes surveyed the kitchen counter. There was a bowl filled with chocolate covered strawberries, champagne in an ice bucket, a bouquet of roses and a greeting card with my name neatly penned on the front. Julie said "Happy Anniversary, Bryan..."
I may not be the only one to have forgotten our anniversary, but I was the first.
stayathomebryan has learned to read a calender... and take a hint.
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