And, to be honest, I don't know when either of us would have finally realized except that Linda (Jerry's sister) emailed us on the 18th to apologize for being late with her anniversary wishes. We were on the train heading to Feria Málaga when the email arrived.
"Hey, Jerry, guess what we forgot!" I laughed. He didn't have a clue. When I told him, he asked, "What month is this?"
At the start of the month, I began to wonder, "Now whose birthday is on the 16th?"
For the next two weeks, whenever the question came to mind, the only person I could think of was Valerie B.
Don't know Valerie B? We went to Junior High School together. I haven't seen her or heard anything about her since 1971. Anyway, Valerie B's birthday was July 16th, not August 16th. So, no, not Valerie B.
One would think, if I could remember the birthday of someone I haven't seen in 43 years, I'd remember my own anniversary.
Oh, by the way, apple pie smothered in custard (although sooooooooo delicious at Sandpiper) is not a good idea the day after a waffle and chocolate overdose.
|JESSICA MAKES THINGS FESTIVE... WHILE WE WATCH.|
|MY GIN TONIC (RIGHT) AND SAN GERALDO'S GIN TONIQUITO (LEFT).|
(OH, AND THAT'S MY DELICIOUS DIM SUM FRONT AND CENTER.)
|TRYING TO GET AN ANNIVERSARY PHOTO WASN'T EASY.|
JESSICA COULDN'T FIGURE OUT THE FOCUS ON MY TOO-BASIC CAMERA
... AND I COULDN'T GET SAN GERALDO TO BEHAVE HIMSELF.
This was the Number 1 hit when I met San Geraldo. Never one of my favorite songs but, well, if the shoe fits! Here's to My Endless Love.