We were at a wedding this past weekend. Really small wedding. Woman on her third marriage -- a whole other story, because I can't imagine being married to this woman. It would take a novel beyond my typical post to explain. So I digress. Actually, before I finish digressing, when I found out I had to go to this (because Ms. Ragu said we were going), I was like, "It's your third wedding. Just go to the justice of the peace."
Anyhow, at one point, the DJ did this thing where it was, "Everyone married get on the dance floor." He then goes through different anniversaries. ... If you have been married less than 5 years, leave the floor. ... Less than 10 years, leave the floor. Etc. etc. He wheedles it down so that the last couple dancing has been married 49 years. Sweet, older couple.
Later on, Ms. Ragu and I take a walk around the grounds (it was an old estate), and walking back in we see that couple and their sons and we stop to talk. ... and in the course of the conversation, the woman asks how long we have been together, and Ms. Ragu says, "10 years."
To which I said, "But it feels like 49, so I can relate to you." I got kicked hard under the table.