For our second mensiversary, Marthinus took me out to eat lunch at The Honey Badger, where we ate a cheese platter and drank a big glass of wine each. The restaurant was quaint and very sweet, hiding in a busy Pretorian street. Afterwards, we went to the park across the street and created a Geocache, www.geocaching.com, which was stolen by hobos. Yes, stolen by hobos.
Two days later, on our three-months-holding-hands-day, it was my turn to spoil Marthinus. I sat him down on the grass, gave him a punch - the type that makes holes in paper, not the ouch type - and we started writing a story. Absurd story. And it was about a family on holiday, or something like that. Everyone dies in the end, or so one might suppose. The object of the game was to write one sentence on one paper, then make origami with each piece of paper and hang them around campus with yellow string. There was also one of them, folded into a scroll, and given to an Einstein-type who was walking around admiring the plants as if he was just visiting the planet. With big curly grey hair. We also tied one to a bicycle, and hoped that the owner might appreciate it. The rest we hung on trees, signs, chairs, etc. 
