This past weekend my boyfriend Mike and I celebrated our six-year anniversary. For those that don't know, we met on a plane on the way to San Francisco. Stranded on the tarmac by severe thunderstorms, we sat next to each other for nearly five hours before taking off. Normally, we're both shy around strangers, but since it was a 7 pm flight that turned into a midnight flight with no access to food, Mike started up a conversation with me in hopes of me feeding him my apples. No, that's not a euphemism. I had purchased apples prior to boarding the plane because I needed something healthy to balance out my giant bag of Bugles. Had Jet Blue waited just a few minutes to board us, they probably would have decided it best to cancel the flight instead of having hundreds of passengers stranded out on the tarmac. Luckily for me, they made a bad call. I left the flight with a boyfriend (though not immediately) and a flight voucher. Thanks Jet Blue!
We're both on the frugal side, so we never do anything too big for our anniversary. We usually just end up going to a beach for the weekend. This year, we planned to visit Mike's parents' house in New Jersey, hit up the beach, play some tennis and go for a hike. Apparently, Mike had been scheming to surprise me with what he considered to be a romantic gesture. His plan went as follows: wake me up at 4 am, get me in the car, and not tell me where we were going. Sound terrifying? You're correct.
Since I'm a neurotic packer (can you not tell from our packing posts?) I asked him like 25 times what we'd be doing and when so I knew how to pack. My incessant nagging paid off (take note ladies!), and he revealed his horrible idea. The intention of the 4 am abduction was actually really sweet. He wanted to watch the sunrise with me on the beach. Cute, right?
I can't say no to a beautiful sunrise AND a beach day! So we woke up hella early on Friday morning, threw on some sweatshirts, and headed out to Belmar. I managed to snap a few pictures before we both passed out for two hours, only to be awoken by a squawking gaggle of New Jersey mothers.
Not only was this a beautiful and awesome experience, but we also avoided the $7 beach entrance fee (score!). We managed to spend over seven hours at the beach without being there during the gross, hot part of the day.
If you get the chance, definitely catch a sunrise on the beach this summer, just don't try to surprise abduct someone in the process.