My first wedding anniversary is rapidly approaching and I’m starting to feel nostalgic. I still haven’t made an album of our wedding photos. It’s crazy that nearly a full year has already flown by. In the coming weeks I have plans to share some of our wedding photos with all of you, mostly to give me a chance to revisit The Best Day Ever.
Yesterday marked seven years. Seven years ago, I met my husband for the first time. I never would have guessed that the year my best friend got married would be the year I would meet the one I would marry. I certainly wouldn’t have guessed how he would appear in my life.
The story of how we met is a favorite of many of my friends. I love that our closest friends enjoy the story as much as we do.
We met in Key West, Florida. A sunny locale with stretches of sandy white beaches, bikinis and bicycles. I was there at my best friend’s bachelorette party and Matt was there with a group of friends. Surely when you think Bachelorette Party you think drunken debauchery and too much fun to remember what happened (I know I do). On the contrary, this was not that kind of party. We were aiming for sunny, mellow, cocktail in your hand, wind in your hair and beach cruisers with baskets. I’m happy to say we achieved all of that. It was a stellar bachelorette party.
The night before my future husband and I actually met, my girlfriends and I were at a one of Key West’s most legendary bars: Sloppy Joe’s. We were enjoying the phenomenal 80’s cover band, out on the dance floor, dressed to the 9’s. Side note: this 80’s band was ridiculously good. To this day I still want to hear them play again.
While rocking out to the greatest hits of the 80’s, I ran into the most obnoxious man I had ever met. He was jumping up and down like a crazy person. Booty bumping with strangers and he may have lost his shoes. He was definitely “that guy”.
I was one song away from telling him to simmer down when the music stopped and the dance floor cleared. He was gone. All that was left was a cellphone. Naturally, I picked it up. I became immediately aware that it belonged to “that guy” and gave it to the DJ. He could deal with that hot mess.
After a few more Alexander the Grape‘s, we went back to our hotel and munched on Triscuits and Chips Ahoy cookies before calling it a night (the good old days of snacking).
The next night, deciding we had not had enough of the fabulous 80’s band, we headed back to Sloppy Joe’s. This time around we were armed with a hottie whistle and dice. After the bride had some epic rolls on the dance floor including: “Dance With”/”Bald Guy” and “Take a Shot”/”Tall Guy” it was my turn.
I rolled: “Kiss”/”Hot Guy”. Umm what, dice?
Prior to my roll I had offered to take a photo for a group of good looking bachelors, so naturally when the cutest one walked onto the dance floor I pulled him into the game and got my kiss.
After peck on the cheek and a few photos as evidence, we went our separate ways on the dance floor.
A few songs later our groups merged together again and I offered to buy my handsome stranger a drink. We grabbed a table and started chatting. He told me about his third grade class. I told him about grad school. We shared our mutual desire to go skydiving. We laughed. We talked. And then something embarrassing happened.
I spilled my drink. On his cell phone! I was mortified and couldn’t stop apologizing. He laughed and gently told me not to worry. In fact, he said, I shouldn’t have a phone anyway.
I was intrigued…You shouldn’t have a phone? Why? I asked.
Spoiler Alert: Turns out the handsome stranger in front of me was “that guy”. Yes. I was talking to “that guy.”
We shared a laugh over this (there was much more to his night, but that is another story for another day).
When the evening finally wound down, he offered to drive me and my friends back to our hotel and before we officially parted ways, we exchanged phone numbers. The next morning, I woke to a text from him telling me he had called the skydiving place in Key West and that they had an opening that morning!
As much as I wanted to accept his invitation, we had a long drive back to Orlando. He offered to meet me for breakfast, but there simply wasn’t time. I left Key West wondering if I would ever see him again. Not even a week later, while folding laundry and talking to my cousin Natasha, I got a phone call from the handsome stranger. I was so very close to not answering.
After a little encouragement, I did answer the phone. The conversation that followed lasted over an hour. And the rest is history.
Your turn: how did you and your significant other meet? Do you love/hate looking at wedding photos? Would you be interested in a wedding series?