One night, my wife and I were talking about what we should do for our twentieth wedding anniversary.
We decided it’d be fun (and far funnier) to throw a massive celebration for our nineteenth, instead. Who the hell throws a random nineteenth wedding anniversary party?
We had a blast. We invited all of our closest friends to meet us for a few days in Las Vegas, Nevada, told them we’d be hosting a costume contest, and offered the winner $1,000 in one-dollar bills, which we presented to them at dinner, crumpled up inside of an old briefcase.