It takes an anniversary to get us dressed up…

Eric and I did two things this past weekend that we rarely do: 1) We spent the entire weekend together* and 2) We actually got out of our sweatpants and dressed up to go out for dinner.

I know, right? Are we feeling okay???

Only a miracle could cause us to do this–and perhaps it was a miracle–it was our one-year anniversary April 2 : P

Since Eric had to work a 24-hour shift, he didn’t come home til 7:30 the morning of our anniversary. And he surprised me with this lovely bouquet of stargazer lilies–my fave.

We then packed up the car and set off to San Diego (dropping our pup off with my parents).

We checked into the lovely Hyatt Hotel with a gorgeous view of the San Diego Harbor. Although it was overcast the entire day, it didn’t hamper our mood.

And since we didn’t have a cake at our wedding, we popped open the champagne bottle we bought on our honeymoon:

Can you guess which photo we kept trying to recreate? I’ll give you a hint–it’s in my blog header.

Now that Prince William and Kate Middleton are getting married, I keep trying to sound more regal, so I use the word “lovely” a lot.I digress.

Our restuarant was literally 0.6 miles from our hotel. I didn’t want to walk because I was wearing heels (leopard heels, rawr!).

We decided to take one of those bicycle guys because “hey, let’s support the little guy, right?” (as opposed to mean taxi guys).

Guess how much this guy charged us for the 0.6 miles?$40! And he still expected tip!

(Obviously, the happy pic above was taken before we paid)

The worst part was I asked him how much it was going to be because his sign said “$60 maximum per person” and he said that was for a tour of the whole city and “don’t worry about it”…

Who would have thought it would have been $20 per person for a 0.6 mile ride?

Moral of this story: ALWAYS DECIDE THE PRICE BEFORE YOU HOP ON.

Expensive lesson learned.

(and no we did not tip that jerk for the 3-minute ride).

(Sidenote: Eric doesn’t have much of a neck, apparently, so he always looks like he has a double chin in photos, but I promise he looks much better in real life.
This was just a bad photo. Sticking up for my man).

As soon as we stepped inside our restaurant, I had to put the $40 outrage behind me. We ate here and it was some of the best seafood I’ve ever had.

I tried oysters for the first time–slimy little suckers. Then we shared a crab cake–best damn crab cake I’ve ever had. Scallops? Melted in my mouth. Fresh bread? Piled on the butter.

The only thing that wasn’t on the best of the best list was the Baked Alaska dessert.

It looked cool, but it was a bit strong on the liquor.
No complaints here though. It was free because of our anniversary. Oh, the perks.

So because we were in San Diego–and we were all dressed up–and we never get to go out, we had talked all day about going out at night.

Now, let me remind you, we never go out. We are 26 and 28, respectively. On the few weekend nights when Eric is not working, we’re either spending it with family or chilling on our couch with Netflix and pizza.

But it was our anniversary, we had to go out, right?

So even though we were incredibly stuffed and tired after dinner, we forced ourselves to walk around the Gaslamp District and at least get one beer.

We didn’t even make it through half a beer. Eric started feeling sick, so we grabbed a cab home to the hotel, and passed out.

Yup. 9:41 pm and we were in the hotel.

What can we say? We tried to be cool.

And that was how we spent our anniversary.

I don’t really want to discuss the cost. Remember my mantra? “We can afford this, we can afford this.” I’m stickin’ to it, folks…

*the reason we never spend weekends together is because Eric usually has to work 1 or both of the weekend days–not because we don’t like each other. I hate his work schedule. Since Jan. 1, we’ve spent exactly 2 weekends together. The other was Seattle. I detest his work schedule. Abhor it. End rant.