A Bit of an Anniversary Story–

22 01 2009

Sunday was me and Stan’s (I know that’s not correct English, but I just had to include that nod to my hometown) anniversary. Twelve years.

That’s right. TWELVE YEARS.

It’s particularly amazing because there’s no way I’m old enough to have been married that long.

Actually, though, I am and we have been.

Because of some crazy goings-on last week (Pack Meeting, Stake Conference, special fireside) we decided to go ahead and celebrate on Thursday night. Several friends of ours had told us about The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant, and I’d been wanting to try it out for awhile, so that’s where we ended up.

Stan called ahead and got us a reservation. When we arrived, 15 minutes later than our reservation time, it was a full five minutes before anyone even acknowledged us, and that was basically to say, “Oh, I’m not the hostess. He’ll be right with you.”

Five minutes after that, he came and seated us. So far, I wasn’t exactly impressed with the service. When we got to our table, there was a gorgeous red rose in a classy arrangement.


What can I say? I’m a sucker for a red rose with waxflower and salal.

Anyway, here are a few more pictures of us fondueing—


They have hot plates right on the table, which reminded me of fondue growing up. We’d always put the electric fondue pot in the middle of the table, and the cord would stretch across to the plug. It’s truly amazing no one ever tripped on that and doused a sibling in boiling oil.


(Looking at this, I guess I do look old enough to have been married twelve years. Darn.)


This is the cheese course, my favorite part I think. After the cheese, we had salads (not fondued).


This is the meat course. Unlike meals in my youth, we cooked the meat in broth as opposed to oil. There was filet mignon, chicken, shrimp, and spinach ravioli. Surprisingly, I liked the ravioli the best. I think if I’m going to eat steak, I want it to be a steak, grilled and with a baked potato. I didn’t think it had much flavor this way. The chicken was good, though.


This is about half of our dessert plate–a chocolate fondue. That was . . . okay. I don’t know, but I expected it to be better. The experience was fun and different, but overall I’d have to say the food was . . . all right. Overpriced, certainly, but Stan’s company actually paid for it. (They don’t make it a habit of paying for our anniversary meals; I think it was guilt because Stan had worked through dinner most of the week. “Take your wife out to dinner,” his manager said. “Up to $100.” So, hey—we did.)

With the anniversary package, they take your picture and put it in a little sleeve, like Homecoming. We waited at the front desk for a few minutes, and then Stan said, “Let’s just go.”

“No, we are getting that picture,” I said. “We paid for it.” The host was really not my favorite person.

While we waited, Stan took a few pictures on our camera.


The point was to have us BOTH in the picture, you know, because it was our anniversary.

The host finally noticed us standing around, came forward and said, “Oh. Your picture. Right.”

He took one, deleted it, then took another.

We waited while he ducked into the office to print it. It felt like a long time.

He came out, handed me the picture, and said, “Have a nice night.”

I looked at the picture and almost started laughing out loud. Instead, I grabbed Stan’s arm, said, “Thanks,” over my shoulder, and walked out the door. Quickly. Because I really needed to laugh.

In the picture, Stan’s eyes were all funny. I realized right off that stemmed from some inexpert photo-shopping (forgive me, Adobe, for using “Photoshop” as a verb) to get rid of Stan’s red-eye.

It wasn’t until we got home, however, and Stan took a closer look at our beautiful anniversary photo that he discovered what at first appeared to be inept photo editing was actually a bit more primitive: ball point pen.

No kidding.

We don’t have an accessible scanner, or I would share it with you in all its glory.

I admit it had to be done. After all, it puts a bit of a damper on the anniversary when the husband looks possessed, doesn’t it?

(Also, in my rush to leave and laugh, I left my rose on the counter. Curses!)



12 responses

22 01 2009
Candice Rail

Happy Anniversary! So funny! At the beginning, my ancient longings to go to the Melting Pot were stirred up again…but then the story unfolded.

Thank you for helping us avoid $100 mistake.

It is my anniversary this weekend. We are going to Island Park, ID (I was one of the people who smiled at the Me and Stan’s remark, and I did not notice the grammatical error). Maybe as we forgo The Melting Pot, we can hit the famous Rexburg eatery.

I love both of you so much. I have loved seeing how a wonderful person thinks through reading your blog.

Again, Happy Anniversary. I hope that you have a hundred million more happy anniversaries.

22 01 2009

Happy anniversary. This story is pure awesome.

22 01 2009

Hilarious. Is it wrong that even after hearing your story I kinda still want to try it? Happy anniversary! I still remember the awsome sundaes at your reception. Delightful. Also, I think Me & Stan’s is a hot tub place or something like that now. Can you believe it?

22 01 2009
Mrs. Olsen

Wendy…uh, I mean “Wanda”. You don’t look old enough to be married 12 years. You’re still young and spry.

And please please scan the demon picture for us.

22 01 2009

You have got to find a way to get that “demon” pic up. That is too funny. Talk about great customer service. If it’s any consolation it’s like that at every Melting Pot. Ryan and I had a similar experience last year at the one in Albuquerque, NM! I’m always sorely disappointed. No more Melting Pot for me you sealed the deal, plus they put alcohol in everything! I don’t mind that flavor on occasion but for every course!

22 01 2009

Happy Anniversary! I loved the entry. However, I LOVE the melting pot. We have had good service both times, but it does always seem to crowded to me, too loud. I love their food too, but I think I’m not hard to please in that area…too easily entertained with food I guess.

22 01 2009

@Candice – sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but Me & Stan’s is gone. . .

Wendy (can I call you that here, or do you have a codename?) – just use the new lens that you (er, I mean Stan) got for Christmas, and snap a photo of your photo. It should be fast enough to take it without a flash, so you won’t get the reflection.

Oh, and Happy Anniversary!

22 01 2009

Happy Anniversary! We went to the Melting Pot, once. I wanna see the picture!

23 01 2009

Happy 12 years! I totally remember a big ball reunion when Stan was still on his mission, you Jenn & I were all talking about marriage…wow, happy years do fly by.
You look great by the way!

23 01 2009

Yay! Great story. So sorry about the rose left on the counter. Totally sounds like something I’d do. And I love the picture at the end of Eden time-warped 20 years or so. Yay! 🙂

24 01 2009
Mr. Jones

Ms. Jones and I did go to the melting pot once. I liked it, but not enough to pay that much to return. Everyone should do it once. (Seriously.)

24 01 2009

Happy Anniversary! Despite the picture it seems like you had a great time!

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