Premarital moniversaries

For years now, Rich and I have been celebrating anniversaries. Contrary to the definition of anniversary, we celebrated our first on January 4, 2001 after having been dating for 6 months. Every month, I'd get a phone call or an e-card commemorating another month of dating. Conveniently, we got engaged on our 3-year dating anniversary, so "engagement anniversaries" and "dating anniversaries" weren't distinguished. Just after Rich had moved to Cincinnati, we were deciding whether to cook or eat out on a certain day and thought, "Hey! It's the 4th! A month anniversary! Lets go out to celebrate!". So began the use of our month anniversaries as excuses to do something special and out-of-the-ordinary. Just a few months ago, we were talking about this phenomenon and Rich decided to dub the 4th of every month a "moniversary". What a creative one, he is.
The trouble arose today. It was the 4th of the month, and thus what we called a "moniversary". But we realized that this term was no longer correct. Since we were married on the 8th of a month, our moniversaries are now on the 8th. But we were still looking for an excuse to go out to eat, since we didn't have a meal planned for the night and were already planning on going shopping and possibly seeing a movie. So out came the new term: "premarital moniversary". That's today. Our quarter-of-the-way-to-twenty-five-year premarital moniversary. Boy, are we nerds. We couldn't leave the house until we had a proper description of the event. And all it turned out to be was a dinner of calzones and a drive across town trying to exchange a clearance-priced t-shirt. Just wait until the real event: our 3-month moniversary, this Sunday. Maybe we'll actually see a movie this time.