Prices: Officially in their Second Season

They say beware the ides of March, but as for the fifth? Well, there’s nothing to do but celebrate! After all, last March 5, RP and I tied the knot, sealed the deal, made our beds, cooked our goose… you get the idea.

Behold, March 5, 2011:

Having never celebrated an anniversary before, RP and I weren’t quite sure what to do. But we knew we needed food and presents – which is more or less an ideal day for me any way you spin it. Sadly, RP had an invalid wife on his hands (one that wasn’t allowed to work out and thus could turn into a raving mad woman with any slight change of the wind), so we kept anniversary weekend pretty low-key (thanks, sciatica).

Activities included breakfast at Hash House in San Diego – which might be our all-time fav restaurant due not entirely to the fact that their single portions could double as an entire year’s food supply for Demi Moore.

Also, their French toast freaking rocks.

While exhausting his crippled wife with a walk around Hillcrest, we got a chance to make a few memorable visits – like the scene of our first date (May 13, 2009)—at Arrivederci’s (I now know he was really trying to impress me back then – he ordered dessert).

And, just to be fancy, we tried on some chic headgear.

Quite aristocratic, don’t you think?

We kept the classy going by joining 20-30 senior citizens for an early matinee showing of The Artist.

Loved it (silently).

That’s when RP showed me just how to treat a girl right by surprising me with a stay at the Gaslamp hotel Omni: A comfy bed, perfect pillows, plush bathrobes, soothing hot tub, and a whole slew of San Diego gold-diggers/douchebags lining the rooftop pool.

Ah, perfection.

After a lazy poolside nap and hot tub dip, RP and I headed out on the town. First stop: kebabs. Second stop: back to the movies. We saw all five Oscar-nominated short films, along with two highly bizarre animated shorts (which were enough to prevent us from seeing the remaining three). I loved the live action shorts, which I’d label as true sleeper hits.

And luckily, the crowds were minimal.

After the show, we prowled the greater downtown area for a donut for RP (this is not the first (or second or twentieth) time we’ve hunted a metropolitan area for a late-night donut shop. Luckily, we struck gold at Crematose, where RP got a ricotta-stuffed doughnut with a much fancier Sicilian name. After a lovely night’s rest, we headed back home, to the responsibility of a hungry rabbit and nine four-year-old primary girls.

You could say the honeymoon is over.

*As a footnote, we did manage to celebrate our anniversary on the appropriate day, with a late-evening post-work dinner at South of Nick’s.

Thanks for the year, RP.