For our honeymoon, Kristy and I were given two trips as gifts. We took the train to New Orleans, where we spent a few days and nights, and then flew out of there to South Beach in Miami, where we spent the better part of a week.
Because we were young and knew squat about saving money, we blew most of the wedding cash we received in New Orleans. That's easy to do there.
So we found ourselves in South Beach with very little money, and we found quickly that it's not the place to be with very little money. What we also found was a diner called Wolfie's, which had been around, seemingly unchanged, since the late 1940s. It was a place we could eat relatively cheaply while filling up on rolls and such, so we ate there at least once a day, sometimes twice, for the entire time we were there.
We were by far the youngest patrons. By about 60 years we were the youngest. While we were there eating lunch, I think, most of the diners were having their dinner.
Kristy and I were married 14 years ago today and we still know squat about saving money. We still scrimp and forage to feed ourselves and The Quartet; it's something we learned in 1994 at a quaint diner called Wolfie's in one of the most expensive cities in the country.
Google just told me that Wolfie's closed in 2002, yet Kristy and I are still going strong, and I look forward to every day with her and our future together, when we'll be having dinner together at three in the afternoon.
Happy anniversary, Kristy. I love you.