I wasn't really in the mood to attend another party that night, but my parent's neighbors were having a Halloween party and they had asked me to every event they had had for like 3 months running, so I figured it was time to make good on my promise to come one of these days. I roped my friend Sally into going with me. The party was lovely, but we were definitely out of place, and the only ones who didn't own a home in Old Town or at least 3 kids dressed up in Disney costumes. So after an appropriate amount of time, we said our goodbyes and decided to make the most of the rest of the night by grabbing a beer at Murphy's down the street.
We picked a spot in a far corner so we wouldn't have to make small talk with any meat heads and hadn't been there for 5 minutes when two guys make their way over to our table. One of them was James. He had three weeks left to a 3 month job and then he was moving back to Indianapolis. Obviously, my charm and my inability to determine a fifth of bourbon from a handle convinced him otherwise and the rest is history.
Three years later, I wake up with more blessings that I could have ever imagined back on October 29, 2005. Along the way, we have some incredible ups (our first Christmas with Emily, meeting his family for the first time, Nags Head, Italy, candle making and more than I could ever fit into a single blog posting). We've also made it through some pretty intense arguments about money, family, politics, religion, and domestic capabilities. It's been quite a ride. And I'm excited for the next leg of the journey.
When I met him that night at Murphy's, I was wearing a tiara and a boa. (The only "costume" items that my Mom had). He told me he had always wanted to marry a princess. He may think now that I'm more of a Royal Pain than anything, but I think we both did pretty well.
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That was a really sweet entry! So candid too. Congrats on finding your boo, soul mate, lover, BFF and future husband!
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