Actually we got married on Friday the 13th. Was pretty funny explaining the reasoning behind it. (It was the only weekend available for the priest, Kevin was home, his parents could come, that gave us enough time to get the license, etc.) It was a pretty awesome day. I don't recall anything bad ever happening on that day.
We went to Margaret's house again yesterday afternoon. We sat around and talked and had dinner, and celebrated her birthday. Ended up getting home after 10pm. Once I got the kids into the house they were wide awake. Anthony ended up falling back to sleep, but Anneliese spent the next three hours screaming and crying and bouncing up and down. I have no idea what was wrong. It was just like she was throwing a hissy fit. She finally fell asleep screaming on my chest. Little monster...I came out to get a drink and everyone was like "What's her problem?"
The highlight--she screams "Da Daaaa".
A Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck in English and Portuguese-speaking cultures around the globe. Similar superstitions exist in some other traditions. In Greece and Spain, for example, Tuesday the 13th takes the same role. The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia, a specialized form of triskaidekaphobia, a phobia (fear) of the number thirteen.
Strangely, there is evidence to suggest that Friday the 13th is actually unlucky. Psychologists have found that some people are especially likely to have accidents or fall ill on Friday the 13th. This has been attributed to such people feeling a heightened state of anxiety on that day (see nocebo effect). The Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in Asheville, North Carolina estimates that in the United States alone, $800 or $900 million is lost in business each Friday the 13th because people will not fly or do business they would normally do.