It was July 5th, our 24th anniversary and yet another day to go back to the grind. I arrived at work according to the time posted on my schedule."You're not supposed to work until 2:15," Katherine said. I moseyed on home with my hopes lost that dinner would be spent over quiet candle light, in a ritzy restaurant. I told David that once again, a last minute change had been made. The workplace will have me on a regular steady schedule one of these days. Patience. Patience.
We decided to have a nice lunch instead. We cruised the rain soaked streets of Downtown Fairbanks until we found something that was open. Most of the eateries took the 5th as part of the 3 day weekend.
Gambardella's was willing to serve up some pasta and home made bread; the open door invited us in.The service was fast and friendly. The dining room was cute and comfy making us feel as though we were at an Italian sidewalk cafe'. We were the very first ones there and a few more dampened patrons followed.
You can't beat a pile of pasta and marinara with a hearty meatball in the middle. The home made bread alone is worth going back for (almost as good as Granny Haas's).
At 11:30 Super Hubby picked me up after work with his Hot Wheels car, the top down, and a bundle of roses. It still looked like daylight, even after the rain. This will be one of our more memorable anniversary celebrations.
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