Five Liters Of Love

Today is Girlfriend and I's two-year anniversary.

Now, on ZFS!, I've gone to great pains to avoid the gloopy, sappy, frankly uninteresting posts about how much Girlfriend and I are in love, how sweet and wonderful she is to me, how she's my only only, etc. No one, I'm fairly certain, wants to hear about another person's relationship and how good or bad it might be. When I do mention Girlfriend, it tends to be in reference to something she and I did together or, more often, how I've treated her horribly and, thus, how I remain baffled at why she continues to put up with my bullshit. In our private, non-blogged life, Girlfriend and I are just as romantically gross as anyone else, but when we're in the public eye we like to keep the slobbering all over each other, verbally or otherwise, to a minimum... we don't like being that couple.

I say all of this because I don't want you to think you're about to read an embarrassingly overwrought post about hearts and flowers and souls mingling until they become one and whatnot. You're not, because that's not the kind of thing I write, nor is it the kind of thing that Girlfriend would want me to write. As I said, that's not our particular bag of donuts.

However, as it is our anniversary, I feel that I'd be remiss if I didn't mention at least in some way how cool it is to have dated Girlfriend for these last two years. So here's what I'm going to do... I'm going to show you, my wonderful and sharply-dressed readers, just how much Girlfriend "gets" me. From that, you can extrapolate my feelings for her, her feelings for me, and where we fit into the grand scheme of each other's lives.

So, enough preamble... here's what Girlfriend got me for our anniversary:

Your eyes do not deceive. That's a five-liter keg of Heineken beer, which was waiting for me in the fridge (accompanied by a lovely note) when I got home from work.

Do you see what I mean? She "gets" me, more than any other girl I've ever been with. Because there is no better way to mark a relationship milestone, no greater gift from a woman to a man, than the gift of a large, frosty quantity of beer. You know that part at the end of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, when his heart grew so much that it burst the little cartoon X-ray thingy? Yeah, when I opened the refrigerator door last night, my heart did the same thing.

Anyway, I just wanted to share that with you guys and, to a lesser extent, brag that I've got a lot of beer right now and I'm going to drink it all while laughing like a billionaire shutting down a factory in the Midwest. In fact, I'm sipping a glass of said malty goodness as we speak!

And it tastes like love.

Also beer.

NOTE: I took the day off of work so Girlfriend and I could hang out; I'll be around, but not a whole lot, so feel free to talk amongst yourselves.