March 31, 2023: Dirty Dozen

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Life gets busy sometimes… hate when that happens, well, if it’s good stuff, like March 31st, then… Yeah, it’s my wedding anniversary; woo hoo! This year we’re coming in at a cool 12 years, a dirty dozen if you may. Time flies when you’re having fun. For us, it’s actually been a lot more fun than just 12 years; this was the day 22 years ago that we met. Did I ever tell that story?

It was March 30th and I was chilling; actually, I was laying in bed, about to go to sleep, when my friends started blowing me up. Get up, get dressed, we’re going to meet some girls. I resisted; I was already in for the evening… I didn’t want to start moving, then get ready, then go out… and stay up until who knows when. They kept persuading me, and finally I caved. OK, OK… I’ll be there. Maybe they needed me to drive, can’t exactly remember, although I do know my one good friend would NEVER drive; yeah, I was the designated driver back then, except I never followed the designated driver rules… you know, the one that says I shouldn’t be drinking. Anyways, we made our way to the spot, and old Chicago hangout called the Dragon Room, long gone at this point, like most of them are… We showed up just after midnight…

The girls weren’t going to be there for a minute; they were out elsewhere I’m guessing. So, we had time to relax, get a drink, etc, except THIS time, I wasn’t drinking. It wasn’t because I was driving, no, it was because it was Lent, and every Lent for a while there, I’d sign up for my personal detox; no drinking or any other party favors for that matter during those 40 days. It was rough… not necessarily the “not drinking” part, but the fact that my friends were still going 0-60 and messing with me to no end… haha. Fun times. So, no drink for me… I was just standing there, with the guys, checking out the crowd. It was then that I caught the eye of some girl… I say she was checking me out, because when I looked over my shoulder, there was nobody else; is this hot girl really looking at me??? Well, she was with a friend, so I needed a wingman; of course, the same guys that forced me to come out and meet some girls weren’t interested in going over to talk to some girls. Welp, it’d have to be me solo… too late; there was already a guy talking to them; damn, oh well… except when I checked back a few minutes later, he was gone, and they were still sitting there. Guess that dude struck out; I was up to bat next.

I walked over there and started talking to them; I didn’t have that much game, but I was OK… I guess. I ended up dancing with the one I had locked eyes with, buying them some drinks (she wasn’t drinking either), and getting the digits; I still have that piece of paper 22 years later… glad I didn’t lose it, because THAT girl would end up being my wife. I love telling this story. Of course it was only the first of our stories; there have been many since then, some good, some bad, but when you add them all up, it brings me to this moment right now. No regrets I say… my wife hates when I say that, but it’s true, although if I had never gotten out of bed that evening 22 years ago, I would have had one regret… Happy Anniversary babe.

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