One anniversary is not enough, I must have two

Today is the 11th anniversary of my first encounter with the babe I'm marrying in nine months. Sure, we didn't start "dating" until a little while later, but we met on Halloween. It's cool, and it's easy to remember.

This will, however, be the last October anniversary before the July anniversary shows up and starts hogging all the glory. The girl's kinda sad about it, and while I think it's sort of momentous, there's a certain bummer aspect about the prospect of saying goodbye to an anniversary.

Is it dorky to keep both?

And happy anniversary, Kristine. Let's pop some bottles!