Ecstatic conversation followed, and several months went by before we went on a date (Hubs said it was because he was scared to ask me out!). But it was so awesome when we finally did. We stayed up all night after watching a band at a bar, talking in the parking lot until 2:30. The next morning, as I made coffee, I cried and boo-hooed into my cup when Mom casually asked, “How did the date go?!” because I was so happy. And I knew he was the one.
Three weeks ago, Hubs and I went kayaking down the Broad River with some friends. The night before, we were all child-free and felt a little squirrelly, so we hit up the Athens bar scene with all the twenty-somethings (we were SOOOO the old people in the bar) and had some bevvies. It was awesome, weird and comforting to be in all of our old haunts, some of them renovated, flipped, and under new management. Others were just as we remembered them; same drink offerings and 1″ thick grime from years of bar-love.
It has been 8 years since Hubs and I “re-met” at an Athens bar, a few martinis deep and equally as many years since we had seen each other before that. A bartender walked up to me and slammed down a baby-pink shot, claiming, “It’s from the guy at the end of the bar.” I sarcastically/ knowingly/ dear-god-here-we-going-ly threw a glance to my friend and then turned to the end of the bar. There was an extremely attractive guy down there, waving with both hands and sporting a goofy, wide-open grin. Due to my martini-goggles and fuzzy memory, I almost didn’t recognize him… It was Hubs!
I can’t say that I ever saw that coming… and when we re-visited Athens during the kayaking trip, what did my loving husband do, but buy me a pink shot and plunked it down on the bar. To many more happy years together, and cheers to the awesome story he gave me to tell!