After making Ann put together a shrimp fajita and marguerita dinner that could be prepared and served in the mountains, I ended up choosing to have it in the back yard. I swung in the hammock, sipped my drink, and read Don Quixote while she cooked me the tastiest meal to come out of my kitchen in a moon at least. A year after kissing my twenties goodbye, I’m happy to plant my lips elsewhere.