Ten Years After

Ten years ago today, on Friday the 13th in 1996, Fairly Odd Father and I began our life together. No, this isn't our wedding anniversary, rather our anniversary of meeting.

Sort of. Actually, I met FOF briefly a couple of months before that, at an outdoor bar, but he has no recollection of this, so it doesn't really count, does it?

So anyway, ten years ago, I put on a black velvet dress and tarted myself up to crash the gigantic company party of a friend. She and I arrived and immediately headed to the open bar. The theme was 'gambling night' (open bar and gambling = I loved company parties before they went all 'responsible'). My drink of choice: Cranberry and Vodka (coincidentally, this was my exact same drink of choice at my 101 degree wedding, because cranberry juice and white wedding dresses always are a perfect pair!).

I first spotted FOF at the Craps table (heh, heh, craps). He looked handsome in his suit. He totally didn't notice me (HEY that is twice now dammit!) even though my hair was a bitchin' maroon color and I was hanging on to the table for dear life to keep the room from spinning. Then I heard, "Last Call for Open Bar!" and RAN to get two more drinks.

Shortly afterward, we were formally introduced through mutual friends at the party. From that moment on, we were a 'couple' all night. I learned that he could dance! He had the most fun friends ever! He wasn't afraid to kiss on the dance floor in front of 2,999 of his other co-workers! And he made perfect pancakes for breakfast! (yes, I was a shameless hussy).

Here we are 10 years later, with a house, two cats, three kids, two cars and lots and lots of stuff. My hair is no longer maroon, but I still try to be a shameless huffy at least a few times a month.

I love you baby! Glad I finally caught your eye.