Twenty-four years ago today, as I was drinking at J.C. Dobb's on South Street in Philly, having my very first date with the man who would eventually be my husband, I never thought it would turn out to be a significant date in my life. In fact, I didn't even think there would be a second date.
As first dates go, it was not a very good one. My date was hungover from a wedding he had been to the night before. As an underage drinker, I was terrified of being "found out" and tossed from the bar. We were there to see his friend's band, The Ambush Bugs and, although I eventually grew to like the lead singer, he is still one of the strangest humans I have ever met. (A mutual friend of ours once saw him comb his hair with a fork.)
For some reason, I agreed to a second date. And here we are 24 years later.
It makes you wonder how many first dates could have turned into long-lasting relationships had the participants given each other a second chance. But, when a first date seems like it's lasting 24 years, that's not always an easy thing to do.
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Very sweet story Traci. I always gave guys a second chance. That might have been my problem.
The show of which you speak was probably being touted as my "Jubilee", as it took place the night after my 25th birthday. A fork? Really? Who is this mutual friend and why is s/he saying terrible things about me?...One of the Strangest Beings You Have Ever Met.
P.S. I never got my prize from Shecky Magazine...yiz bastiches...
Willie! (Okay Rocco) Where the heck have you been?
Yes, you are one of the strangest beings I have ever met and I say that with complete affection.
What prize? We haven't seen you in over ten years.
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