Yep, the ol’ 20th anniversary dinner went off without a hitch. Pam hounded me all day Saturday to tell where I was taking her, but I didn’t crack. I did sneak out mid-afternoon to drop her anniversary ring off at the Fujisan Japanese Steak House, in the custody of Ping, the general manager. He couldn’t have been nicer about it, refusing the tip I offered, and telling me I didn’t look old enough to have been married 20 years (maybe he meant I didn’t seem mature enough…). Unbeknownst to me, they even added a nice ribbon and bow to the jewelry box, and while the chef was chopping off shrimp tails and tossing them into his hat, he reached in, pulled out the box, and handed it to my quite surprised better half. Ping did tell her later that she should settle for nothing less than 4 karats next time, but hey, comics mags don’t sell that well…

Great eats there, by the way. If you’re ever in Raleigh, stop by!