11 years ago I was on a first date and with a dinner of quail and venison at a restaurant at a W Hotel in NYC. We then headed to uptown for a quick stop at Opal's uptown to meet up with some of her friends who were at a birthday party. Everyone then decided the Village Idiot (which is the greatest bar that has ever existed) was a great idea, where I educated everyone (all city girls) on the difference in bourbons (over numerous pitchers of beer and shots) and classic country music (Conway Twitty, David Allen Coe, and Hank Williams Jr.) until the bar made everyone leave at 4. Too much alcohol was consumed by all.... but somehow that was my last first date.
Through the years there have been ups, downs and everything in between. Somehow, no matter how bad the fight, the things said, or me just being a general ass (I am a raging ass at times), we are still here. After all this time, I can't imagine anyone else being in her place. When I fall, she is there to help me up... even if I deserve to be left in a heap. When I am crushed and depressed, she is there with a drink and to tell me that things are not hopeless. No matter what, she is always there for me, my best friend and partner in crime.
This year looks to be a big one for us and I hope I can live up to being the man and husband she deserves.
Edited by zarathustra - 1/13/14 at 4:47pm