We attempted to go out for dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in the DC area (l’Auberge Chez François).
The word “attempted” is important here: We were in a head-on collision en route on a winding country road.
Once we realized we were alive, we jumped out and determined that the two kids (19-20 years old) in the other car, which had hit us, were likewise. Then we giggled hysterically for a while.
While waiting for the police, we were talking with the kids and I said something along the lines of its being a memorable way to celebrate the 10th anniversary. One of the kids asked “So, what present do you give for the 10th anniversary?”. My beloved spouse looked at the wreckage and said, without missing a beat, “Oh, bent metal!”.
So: for our 10th, we had a very belated pizza courtesy of Dominos, a wrecked car, and a lot of aches and pains. OTOH, we walked away from an accident that could have killed 4 people and there aren’t many rushes that beat that feeling! I don’t recommend it, however!
After the “bent metal conversation”, the police arrived. It was perhaps not the best time for me to ask Typo Knig, loudly, “How are you going to explain this to your wife?”. The policeman filling out the report did not seem to have a sense of humor.