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It was New Years Eve, 1995 - Wendy Will Blog
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It was New Years Eve, 1995

June 2, 2011

“Aw, cute!”

It never fails…that’s the response I get when I tell people my husband and I met at a new years eve party.

But it wasn’t as magical as it sounds.  I was there as a third wheel.  I had been sick all weekend and planned on staying home to ring in 1996.  In fact, I had already popped some cold medicine when I got the call from a girlfriend to come to a party at a local hotel.

He wasn’t on my radar at all.  In fact, I was eyeing another dude there.  This is because my future husband was there with his girlfriend!  In fact, it was her party.  

Cold medicine mixed with drinking games left me laying on the cold tile floor of the hotel bathroom.  Classy.  My friend convinced me to come watch the ball drop and while it did, I watched all the other couples kiss at midnight.  Loser.

The hotel party was now moving down the street to the local bar.  I thought it was wise I stay behind and take a nap.  Plus, I wasn’t 21 yet either and was worried about getting turned away at the door.  Embarrassing (at least when you’re 20).

I lay down on what I’m sure was a very clean hotel bed comforter when I heard knocking at the door.  First…don’t ever stay in a stranger’s hotel room, alone and doped up on cold meds and Coors Light.  Second, don’t ever open the hotel door after midnight when doped up on cold meds and Coors Light (yes, the same rules apply).

My friend’s date and my future husband had came back.  I’m still not sure if it was for me or for more booze, but they had convinced me they could get me into the bar.  So, we walked over (yes, somewhat responsible drinkers) and I got in.

I was told by my friend that my future husband was interested in me and that’s why they had gone back to get me.  But, what?  He had a girlfriend, and it was her party, and I saw them kiss.  He was pretty cute though.  

I don’t exactly remember how things transpired but he gave me his number — famously, written on a napkin (his best man told the napkin story at our wedding).  And next, I got the hell out of Dodge because his girlfriend wasn’t happen with him or this party guest.

A couple weeks later, after he had broken up with the girlfriend, we went out on our first date.  And have been together ever since.

Our meeting was pretty magical.  But I learned long ago just to leave the details out!

The Famous Napkin

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