Our wedding anniversary hits during a month with three family birthdays. We usually do not celebrate this date other than to literally pat each other on the back and say “Happy Anniversary.” We do try to at least celebrate the five-year marks with a little more oomph!
For our 5th anniversary we went to New Orleans for a few days. We didn’t have kids yet, and we had a fantastic time in the Big Easy. For our 10th anniversary, we had two kids. Rose was 4 and Walsh was almost 2. My parents babysat the kids so we could take a four-night cruise to Mexico. We hadn’t been alone in four years! That was fantastic.
We didn’t have time (nor did we want to spend a crazy amount of money) to take a trip for our 15th wedding anniversary, but Michael still wanted to make it special.
Michael secretly planned an entire 24 hours away from the kids. I didn’t know the destinations or activities. I was told to bring a dressy outfit, casual day outfit and a swimsuit. He hired two babysitters, and we left Friday afternoon.
First stop – the car wash. I couldn’t figure out why this stop was necessary, but then I was glad he made us. He took me to the new W Downtown Hotel and Residences, where of course they valet park. (Why won’t the people in this town let you park your embarrassing car all alone!) The hotel was spectacular and the staff treated you like a star.
He booked the “Cool Corner Suite.” ( I believe that was what the staff called it.) Two sides of the suite were windows so you had an amazing view of Atlanta. The décor was funky – plum walls with teal shiny accents, L-shaped couch, faux mink blanket on the bed.
We went for drinks in the hotel at The Drinkshop. We had read the review of the bar in the AJC back in January and Michael remembered I wanted to go there. It didn’t disappoint. (You can’t take photos in there.)
We took a cab to Ray’s In The City where Michael had sent roses to be waiting at our table. I pretty much told everyone we met that we were celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary, including our waiter. After dinner, the waiter brought us champagne and the flourless chocolate torte on the house as an anniversary present. Both were excellent.
We took a cab back to the hotel and actually took a break in the room. We were so full (and I guess old!) we needed to rest. Then we headed back down to the Drinkshop for more cocktails.
It was hopping by this time. They had a DJ who was spinning some surprisingly old tunes. I talked to him as we were leaving, and it turns out he grew up in Gwinnett too and use to roller skate at the same place I did as a kid! (Michael is always aggravated by my ability to find people from Gwinnett.) I also told this waitress that we were celebrating our anniversary, and they surprised with a round a free drinks!
The next day we got up to work out. I didn’t bring tennis shoes but had my swimsuit. I went to swim on their rooftop heated pool. It wasn’t heated enough at 9 a.m. So I headed back the room. However, I didn’t take the right key, and I was locked out of our room and the gym. I called downstairs to get someone to let me in. I waited in the hallway in a wet bathing suit and towel, and eventually a slightly suspicious worker let me in. (Really, how many people are breaking into hotel rooms at 9 a.m. in wet swimsuit and a W towel?) (No photo available of me locked out!)
Then we went to the Margaret Mitchell House off of Peachtree St. I grew up in
Atlanta but had never visited the house. The tour guide told us lots of amazing facts I had never heard about Margaret Mitchell and “Gone With the Wind.” There is also a “Gone With the Wind” museum behind the house. I loved all the scathing letters from Margaret Mitchell yelling at the producers of the movie about how they were screwing things up!
And then it was back to reality. Our house still stood. The children were clean and fed. The babysitters had done a great job, and we were greeted by lovely little squeals and hugs.
How do you celebrate your anniversaries? Are you patting each other on the back or making a big deal of it?
(One bonus shot that I just liked. This was Margaret Mitchell’s desk when she was a reporter for The Atlanta Journal. They said she went to interview a woman who has just returned from Europe about ladies’ hemlines. The woman apparently witnessed Mussolini’s takover of Italy so Mitchell’s story turned into an expose on the Facist takover of Italy!)