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Random Thoughts (Blog)
Random Thoughts (Blog)
Random Thoughts (Blog)
|Posted on August 4, 2010 at 11:09 PM|
Today, August 4th, is my most favorite day of the year.
This is the day that 16 years ago -- Yeeesh! I can't believe it's been that long. Sixteen years! Look at the young people in this picture. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable?
Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. Whoa... Wait, Oh, Captain! We're still alive! We've just aged a bit. Not so much Dana, but that young, baby boy -- clearly barely old enough to be getting a driver's license let along be thinking about getting married -- now has hair "distinguished" with grey and eye wrinkles that look like he's squinting all the time. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? --- Carpe --- hear it? --- Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary. -- as I was saying, this is the day that 16 years ago I asked Dana to marry me. And while I have had other great days over those years -- Jan 28 the day we got married; Nov 6 when we welcomed Lauryn into our family -- that day, THIS day, has been the most bestest of them all.
That was a time when I had nothing else to think about. None of the sh-- of work, or a mortgage or ignoring Facebook friend requests (look, it's not you, it's me! I'll be your real life friend, I promise, and isn't that oh so much better? ), nothing but the pure joy of just loving Dana and making her feel as number one person as possible. And, I must tell you, I peaked on August 4, 1994. That day was my Sergeant Peppers, Thriller and Empire Strikes Back all rolled into one. Since I love talking about that day, I thought I would share it with you. Then, I thought ouf something better. Guest blog! I thought I would let Dana share her memories of that day with you. (Augmented by me, of course, as I see fit or if I feel like my incredible romanticness isn't being properly incredible-ized.) So, I'm handing her the laptop. Without any notice. Without any warning that she is going to be thrust into the spotlight which is the World Wide You. So, here you go, Dana. Tell us what you remember about my most favorite day...
(Dana takes over the laptop...)
(No pressure.) I remember that day in flashes. (I suspected something BIG was going to happen.) John arrived with roses and a clue which led us to SF Coffee & Tea in Concord (the 1st place we "hung out and talked" while mostly ignoring Janie. Sorry, Janie.) (Actually, the first thing that we did was to pull into the drive-thru of Jack-in-the-Box as a Red Herring. I told Dana that we had a loooong drive and that we were getting a quick snack first, but could she grab my wallet out of my jacket pocket on the back seat. In the pocket was the envelope. Psych, Jack-in-the-Box! I told you I'd never eat at you again! ). Just before we finished our beverages, a waitress arrived with more roses and another clue. (At this point, John had surpassed all expectations in the romance dept since my experience was somewhat, or shall we say extremely, limited.) This clue led to Gordon Biersch (site of our first official date.) (Rico....) Our table was the best in the place -- fabulous view of the Bay Bridge! (I was so happy that I could hardly eat -- which never happens.) End of dinner, waiter arrives with more roses and another clue. Tickets to "Phantom of the Opera". (Suave....) I was beyone excited! I'd been hinting about wanting to see this for months -- okay, not hinting, actually saying, "Hey! Let's go see Phantom!" (I had the tickets but kept telling her, "Look! It's impossible to get tickets! It's totally sold out!" This was old Dana that just took my word at face value. New Dana would grab the phone and say, "I've got Ticket Master on the phone. They have some tickets available for tonight. So, what do you say?) Maybe I should be actually saying things instead of hinting nowadays...but I digress.) I was totally swept away by Phantom! The spectacle! The masquerade! Afterwards, in the car, John asked me to get something out of his car's glove box. Surprise -- another clue! Led us to the Equinox restaurant (a revolving restaurant in SF) where we enjoyed dessert and talked endlessly about Phantom. I thought this was the end of the night. When we were driving home, John said he needed to stop at his apartment. He ran up to the apartment. When he returned, he said he wanted me to come up. I protested because my friends were expecting me home soon. (It was already about 1 in the morning...) He said it wouldn't take long. When he opened the door of his apartment, candles covered every surface. (An iron on low heat and a brown paper bag is the perfect solution for wicking candle wax out of your Boston Acoustics' speaker grilles. My Good Housekeeping tip for ya'll... ) And roses. (At the end of the night, he'd given me a total of 100 roses) I could barely breathe. He led me to the middle of the room, knelt down, and proposed. It was kind of a blur. Still is. My heart was beating so fast that I could barely hear what he said. I loved him more than I'd ever imagined was possible. I said Yes. I would say it again and again and again.! Most romantic night of my life! I love you, sweetness. Always.
(Back to John...)
Here's a picture of us just days after we got engaged.
We went to Yosemite with Dan and Colleen (pictured at right, who are my bestest of people-I-don't-sleep-with friends and are frequently mentioned here and who probably have a portrait aging somewhere in a safe deposit box since they seem to be timeless; a picture of Dan and Colleen can only be date stamped by the clothes that people are wearing and the length of Dan's hair) and my cousin Chris, prior to being a SEAL. (If you haven't read Chris' guest blog on "how does a silenced weapon really sound" click that link and give yourself and education.) I remember eating an EPIC breakfast at Orinda CC and then describing it with "and then I ate..." over and over again. We spent the weekend sleeping outside -- sans tent -- only to find out later that bears liked to roam Chris' neighborhood. Chris -- as he's want to do and the reason why you simultaneously love him and wonder if you'll survive a visit with him -- took us on a death march around Yosemite. We survived and lived to have incredible memories of that weekend. Few people will live a life that will be filled with someone like my cousin, Chris, and I pity you that will miss out on knowing him.
See. Wouldn't that be your favorite day too? Look! It didn't even happen to you, but now that you've read about it, August 4 has suddenly become your best day of the year as well. You're welcome!