Monday, January 14, 2008
Four Years and Counting
Thursday, January 17, marks 4 years since Andy and I had our first date, which was rather hilarious.
We had dinner at the now defunct Cafe Di Pagliacci. We had this darling young waitress who started out being American, but began speaking in an obviously fake English accent as soon as she heard Andy's accent. She actually kept it up for the whole evening, much to our amusement.
Dinner was followed by a trip to the men's bathroom (both of us) where we turned off all the lights and chewed wintergreen lifesavers in the mirror to see if they produced sparks. I think mine did make sparks, but Andy's didn't. Now don't be skeptical, Dear Readers. This does work, and it's a great way to get a cute guy alone in a dark bathroom, if you like that sort of thing. I snuck a little minty kiss before we left.
We then went to this northside bar called Shenanigans to hear a bluegrass band formed by SPAB, which stands for the Society to Preserve Adolescent Behavior. We met up with our friends Kelly and Paul, who introduced us lo those many years before that first date. Andy sat in and played a couple of tunes with the band, which was fun.
Then there was the shagging incident. SHAG--Is it a style of beach dancing that is hugely popular in the Carolinas, or is it English slang for doin' the nasty? This very twangy lady came up to us and said, "Hey, aren't you the couple who shags? I think I saw you two shaggin' last weekend." Andy gamely assured her that, yes, that was us, and we shagged every chance we got.
All in all, it was the best first date I ever had, and I was already half in love by the time we said goodnight. Now, four years later, I still can't believe my luck, to have this kind of happiness when I wasn't really expecting it or even looking for it.
Happy Anniversary, my Sweetie.