I was 18 when we met. A co-worker of mine was dating his roommate and insisted I go on a double date with them.
I was hesitant. I’d just recovered from a broken engagement. (I know! I was 18!) I was shy, and I felt uncomfortable going out with someone I hadn’t met yet.
She somehow convinced me to go anyway. I let her do my hair and make-up (ugh), and then we made the long trip to their apartment in St. Louis.
I was nervous the whole way there, but as soon as I met him, my nerves disappeared. He was cute. He was down to earth. And he was FUNNY.
Shortly after the introductions, we made our way to the Funny Bone – a comedy club nearby. More laughter ensued. More nerves retreated.
We ended the night with a few games back at the apartment and an exchange of phone numbers.
Then I went home and waited.
Lucky for me, he phoned a few days later. And on March 23, 1991, after a year and a half of dating, we married.
That was 22 years ago.
To celebrate, we decided to recreate our first date, without the other couple, of course. That would have been awkward since they are now married to different people.
We packed an overnight bag and headed to St. Louis. Before checking in to the hotel, we ate lunch at a little diner with Greek cuisine. Yummy.
Then we headed over to the Humane Society where we adopted our first dog as a married couple. It was fun to play with the dogs and puppies that were there, but heartbreaking to leave them.
Next, we took a drive to the apartment where we first met, and reminisced about how fun and worry-free those days were. Nearby were the apartments we lived in during our first year of marriage, so we took a drive by those too.
The highlight of our night, though, was the Funny Bone. Both acts were hilarious and had us rolling with laughter. It felt good to laugh together and not worry about children, or work, or money.
It took working 8 consecutive days to get this weekend off, but it was so worth it! We’re at home now, camped out on the couch, in front of a TV with no signal, watching the blizzard outside our window and worrying about Link who’ll be on the roads soon to drive home from work. (Obviously someone didn’t get the Memo….)
But even this has been nice. It’s comforting to know that after the kids are gone, and it’s just the two of us, that we’ll still be friends and enjoy doing things together. When that day comes, though, I can guarantee there will be no blizzard in the forecast.