Besides the worst snow storm in Columbus to date dumping on the city Feb. 13-14, that Wednesday also marked the annual convention of the organization of which I’m employed. As some sort of humorous symbolism the skies opened and the lands turned to ice the same day I’d travel to a hotel to be holed up in for three days. OK, it’s not that bad. The hotel’s nice, the meals are comped and I was able to meet Gov. Ted Strickland and hang with OSU’s Athletic Director Gene Smith for an hour. Still, after three days of living out of a suitcase, you get a little worn down. So, I laid low this weekend, which is why there is no photo update.
Laying low this weekend, however, does not mean I was idle. Saturday marked the 1-year anniversary of my relationship with Tiffany and we celebrated accordingly. One year ago from that day she and I met in person for the first time at B. Hampton’s. Our first conversations occurred just three days earlier, on Valentine’s Day. Depending on who you are, one year may seem too long or not quite long enough.
Luckily for me, Tiffany was a trooper on Valentine’s Day and made the trip all the way out to the hotel so we could spend the evening together. We ate at a Tuscan restaurant, had some wine and spent the night in a nice hotel room — it was perfect. Then on Saturday night, to celebrate the anniversary, we went to Mitchell’s Steakhouse and Oh My God! I had the best $35 piece of rare meat I’ve ever tasted. And when I say $35 piece of meat, I mean just that — the place is a la carte. But it was so worth it. Seriously, if happiness is a warm gun, then that steak was like an AK-47 in your mouth. I digress, but I want to say following what was nearly a week of Tiffany and me celebrating … well, ourselves … that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. No contest.
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