Sweetie has started a project in which he is coming up with his best memory from each of the 48 states he's visited and posting them to his blog. He's been bugging me (among others) to join him in this, and I've decided to jump into the pool, if only to see how often our memories coincide - there are several states which I have only been to WITH Sweetie, after all.
Among which are Alabama. Summer of 2006 we went on a massive road trip with one of Sweetie's good friends and his girlfriend. 4 people in a minivan for 10 days traveling through 9 states to visit minor league baseball stadiums and tri-points (the places where three states touch).
When planning a vacation around the schedules of four working adults and seven minor league baseball teams the logistics can get to be a bit harrowing. Especially when we were trying to use frequent flier miles for my plane ticket. Sweetie was extending his trip to catch some more baseball after the fact (darn teachers and their full summers off to travel as much as he can afford). Which is a long way of saying that in order to make the trip work it necessitated us spending our first anniversary apart from each other.
So July 28th was to be our "anniversary, observed, part 1" and, when Sweetie was back in town we would do an "anniversary, observed, part 2." Sweetie's friend had found these cool mountain cabins for us to stay in that night. The weather had been nasty that day, but the skies were clear when evening came, so we were hopeful the game would still be happening. The friends opted to take the night off from baseball, so Sweetie and I set off alone for the game.
But before we could go to the game we engaged in a very important tradition in our marriage.
We left for our honeymoon at the buttcrack of dawn the morning after the wedding. By the time we made it to Kauai and got to the condo it was about 2 pm in the afternoon and we were STARVING. It was in that magical time between lunch and dinner when all the good restaurants were closed, so the best option available to us was a Taco Bell/Pizza Hut basically across the street from the condo. A personal pan pizza never tasted so good!
While sharing that meal somehow Sweetie commented on John Edwards and his wife (back before John Edwards was a skeevy pervert) and how they celebrate every anniversary at Wendy's. We decided we would start a similar tradition at Taco Bell.
So, Sweetie and I shared a lovely meal at a Taco Bell near the ballpark in Huntsville, then headed over to the stadium to learn that the game had, indeed, been cancelled.
Of course, we found this out not from any team personnell (who were nowhere to be found that evening), but from the local television station who was at the stadium collecting school supplies for needy children - it was supposed to be a promotion for the game that evening, and lots of people still showed up for it.
Solidifying Hunstville as one of the more poorly managed baseball teams I have ever come into contact with. When we arrived at the Stadium the ground was not mushy and it was not raining, so to this day I suspect that the reason no game was played that evening was because someone forgot to pull the tarp when the rain started and the infield was in nasty condition.
But I got to celebrate my first anniversary (observed) with Sweetie in Alabama, and for that it will always hold a special place in my heart