First off, happy anniversary to BFF Jen and BFF-in-law Rob! Oh, the wonderful memories I have of their wedding. The ever-so-pleasant wedding planner, the near catastrophe with the live butterflies (are they still alive? I dunno, shake it...), but most of all the fact that at the end of the day they were happily married and now I'm under 100 days away from my very own local Figment. Good job, guys.
That said, when I realized that today was Jen's anniversary I also realized that I missed another important anniversary yesterday. It was 3 years since Greg and I met. Sorta. There's still a little debate about the actual date, since we were going to see a midnight movie and technically we met at like 11:30PM but the movie actually started at 12:01 and blah blah blah. I still contend that it was the 17th. Perhaps later, if my brain goes to complete mush, I will recount the best part of that story for you, and how it relates to this post.
As Greg has repeated said, I had him at "crack monkey."