I confess: I'm totally okay with not doing anything special for our anniversary - we've never been big on this anniversary anyway - probably because I had a boyfriend when we met, so the exact timing of us being an item and me breaking up with the boyfriend *might* overlap a bit.
I confess: The Sunday night of Memorial Day weekend in 2001 is the night I broke up with said boyfriend, so that's kinda unofficially our anniversary. That night, Dennis and I had been down at the waterfalls that run through the campground at Scarborough Faire and got caught in a huge torrential tornado producing thunderstorm on the way back to our respective booths. When Dennis was kissing me goodnight outside where I was staying (and my douchbag boyfriend was waiting for me - scandalous in so many ways), lightning struck the ground about 50 yards from where we were standing. It. Was. So. Epic.
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