On August 19, 1972 we were married in Anne Marie's parents' back yard in Woodland Hills. Then we partied until the wee hours with our families and friends. Then, with God knows what alcohol and chemicals in our blood, we climbed into my badass red fastback 69 Mustang, with a blueprinted Shelby engine and a Honda 350 SL tricked out for the dirt strapped to the back, and drove 400 miles to San Francisco. Just another day.

Anne Marie's making Roladin ( http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1827...240197,00.html ), my favorite dish, and red cabbage and potato pancakes for dinner.

 

How the hell does Anne Marie continue to put with your shenigans?

 

Beats the shit out of me.

 

maybe you'll get lucky tonight RB
OK... maybe you'll have to get her drunk first though.

 

Congratulations

 

Congrats George!!

 

I was already lucky today, Ninh!

 

Congrats Raptor! My parents will hit 30 years in November.

 

And just under two years later, I was born.

35 years is a LONG time, congrats.