"It started in a dive bar, which became a gay bar, which turned into a walk, which resulted in a minor injury, which turned into forever..."
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Say, did you know that the internet is good for more than just discount stock trading, Harry Potter fan fiction, and porn? Well, these two lovebirds are living proof that it is! Thanks to Jason's ever-insistent friend Ira, and Annie's "I'm-not-kidding-you-this-crap-really-works" friend Melissa, Annie and Jason each posted a profile thingy up on one of those new-fangled interweb dating-majigs.
Jason liked that Annie was sitting in a field of kangaroos in her picture, and that her spelling was pretty good. So he wrote her a note.
Annie liked that Jason had a picture of himself holding a "Flat Stanley", and that he mentioned he didn't trust hummingbirds. She wrote him in return.
They started emailing. They talked on the phone a little. They set a date. Jason drove really far to get there, and Annie didn't even bother to take a shower. (Perhaps it was out of laziness, perhaps it was some sort of test...) After the first bar became to loud, Annie unwittingly directed them to gay bar, at which Jason was both disconcertingly popular and hearteningly non-freaked-out. On the way back to the car, Annie walked face-first into a stop sign.
On their next date, she got up from the table with the tablecloth tucked into her pants, and spilled two full pints on Newcastle on Jason's lap. He still called her again, so she figured he might be worth keeping around.
Nearly three years and many adventures have come to pass since then, including: Tom Jones concerts, sound beatings by Irish jaunting car drivers, patty melts in Needles, near-brainings by giant pinecones, and the infiltration of their home by two cute but essentially useless dogs.
Jason liked that Annie was sitting in a field of kangaroos in her picture, and that her spelling was pretty good. So he wrote her a note.
Annie liked that Jason had a picture of himself holding a "Flat Stanley", and that he mentioned he didn't trust hummingbirds. She wrote him in return.
They started emailing. They talked on the phone a little. They set a date. Jason drove really far to get there, and Annie didn't even bother to take a shower. (Perhaps it was out of laziness, perhaps it was some sort of test...) After the first bar became to loud, Annie unwittingly directed them to gay bar, at which Jason was both disconcertingly popular and hearteningly non-freaked-out. On the way back to the car, Annie walked face-first into a stop sign.
On their next date, she got up from the table with the tablecloth tucked into her pants, and spilled two full pints on Newcastle on Jason's lap. He still called her again, so she figured he might be worth keeping around.
Nearly three years and many adventures have come to pass since then, including: Tom Jones concerts, sound beatings by Irish jaunting car drivers, patty melts in Needles, near-brainings by giant pinecones, and the infiltration of their home by two cute but essentially useless dogs.
On the Saturday after Thanksgiving, in roadside motel, completely horizontal due to a thrown-out back, Jason asked Annie if she wanted to get hitched. He had a bloomin' ring, and everything. If his question had been a pop quiz, Annie would have seen the multiple-choice options like this:
a) yes
b) you bet your sweet bippy
c) oui
d) yes!
e) all of the above
So now, they've decided to embark on their most madcap adventure to date: on November 8th, 2008, they're getting married.
...And they sure would love to see you there.
1 comment:
Hi Annie! Congratulations, I'm so happy to see you guys are getting hitched. I don't have your phone number or email. Email me your number at mescaron@dfg.ca.gov and we'll catch up- Melissa Escaron (Barrow)
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