7 Years

Yesterday, Matt and I went to the MD Renaissance Festival to celebrate 7 itchy years of being together. Our first sort-of real date was at the Faire so we go every year. But, get this …

WE HAD A REALLY NICE TIME.

We mostly walked in circles, eating Your Nuts. We saw a couple of great acts:

Squire of the Wire, a pretty standard MUST SEE at the faire, and an act we’d never heard of – Barely Balanced. We decided to get there about 30 minutes early to get seats up front because the first time we walked by it was packed and boy are we glad we did because the evening show must have had everyone at the faire in attendance! The antics were great, the talent tremendous, and the roar of the crowd made the show full of vibrant energy!

But mostly we just walked around, holding hands, and looking at stuff. Several times during the day, I said things like, “Oh, look. She has a rose. Oh she has a rose too,” when I finally turned to Matt and said, “Alright, I’m just going to be direct on this one. I’d really like it if you bought me a rose.”

So he did. But first he was like, “They are FOUR DOLLARS! Can’t I just stuff four dollars into your bra?”

And then he caved and bought me a rose. A yellow rose because he likes yellow and when he gave it to me, I said thank you and we took this picture.

Then we walked around some more before we got hungry for dinner and went to Red, Hot, & Blue for pulled pork sandwiches and potato salad. Seriously, my favorite meal ever. I will request it on my death bed, even if I don’t have teeth!

So what the day came down to was a day without trying. A day when we just moseyed around and didn’t say much about who we are or where we’ve been or where we are trying to go. It was just a relaxed day of wandering and being together and looking around and talking about Faires past.

Like the time Matt got on the stag statue and Security yelled at him. The time our friend Crissy drank the “high-octane” beer so that she could get a buzz and ended up so drunk she was yelling about tampons for most of the day. The time Matt held the wire for the Squire. All of the funny pictures we’d taken and the food we’d eaten and the friends (and not friends) we’d run into.

It was just nice to walk in the woods on a beautiful day and be together. Holding hands, snuggling during shows and sitting under a tree watching the wench hurl insults at the people at the Drench-A-Wench dunking booth.

Most of all, it was just nice to be free of tension and be free to be with each other. I’ll take it, one day at a time.