Eight years ago today, Patrick and I were married. The week
before and after our wedding was such a crazy time in our lives, as were our
first few years of marriage. On the anniversary of our wedding, it can be hard
for me to not think about all the craziness that happened during that time. That
thought train can easily take me to sad crazy town which is a real shame since
I do love my husband and am overjoyed to be sharing my life with him. It is not
him, our love, and our marriage that can make me sad but what we had to deal
with at a time that should have been nothing but joy. So this year I wanted to
focus on the time before we were actually married and think about how I met my
husband and how we fell in love.
I met Patrick in March of 2004 in Brigantine, NJ. I had been
living in Philadelphia with my dear old friend and this super awesome Aquarius
fashion student for a few months. I had
moved there in January after a nasty break up with a live-in breakdancer
boyfriend. The location of my new place
was awesome enabling me to walk to my new job in Center City, some cool bars,
and friend’s houses. This was great since I no longer had a car but also
because I was looking for a fresh start. I was meeting lots of new people and
living the single city life. One of the new people I met was a guy we will call
Grrrr who was a friend of my roommate.
That March, Grrrr invited me to his friend’s beach house in Brigantine,
NJ.
My memory kind of sucks and I wasn’t keeping up with my
journaling at the time but what I clearly remember from that trip down the
shore was meeting a man, sitting at a table, wearing a Massive Attack shirt. I
think he was playing cards and smoking a cigar. I saw him and thought to myself
“Heyyyyyyy, who are you?” My attraction was immediate and I knew I wanted to
get to know this person more. He was, of course, Patrick. One of my fondest
memories (aside from meeting Patrick) from that weekend was a group sing along
in the kitchen to Fugazi's Waiting Room. The next morning, Patrick went for a
bike ride. I remember when he came back, we were alone (or maybe it just felt
that way) in the living room, and he took off his bike jersey in such a way as
to intentionally show me the big ass tattoo covering his back. I also remember flying a kite on the beach
with Patrick, he always had a kite and Frisbees in the trunk of his car. Always ready for fun!
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Right before we told my parents about our engagement |
Soon after that beach weekend, I started going to a bar around
the corner from my house called Tritone. Grrrr’s friend with the beach house
played washboard in a blues band Monday nights and I would usually head
straight there after work. The band was so much fun, I loved the male singer’s
voice and when the guitarist busted out his steel guitar. Often, Patrick was there and it soon came to
feel like my bar. I knew Rick the bartender
who always wore his black leather vest (rest in peace) and Tuesday the waitress.
We would usually order dinner and have a
few drinks.
We were there one Monday, had enjoyed dinner and drinks when
the place started to fill up for whoever it was that would be playing later
that night. A friend of mine came in who was in major need of my bathroom. My
place was right around the corner, so we quickly left. When we got to my place
and upstairs, I realized that hadn’t paid my bar tab. Once my friend was done
dumping out, I went back to the bar and told Tuesday that I was so sorry that I
forgot to pay my bill. She informed me that Patrick had paid assuming that was
the way it was supposed to go down.
I was mortified! I had no intention of getting a free meal
that way and felt awful for leaving so abruptly and sticking him with the bill.
I did not have Patrick’s number or email, so I found him on MySpace (this was a
time before Facebook). I apologized for my faux pas and asked him if he would
like to go out to dinner so I could repay him. It was decided we would have
dinner at Doobie’s, a bar similar to Tritone. We enjoyed a decent meal (stuffed
pork chops?) and afterwards I invited him back to my place to watch Fraggle
Rock. Such a great pick up line, right? And we totally made out that
night. My roommate’s friend was sleeping
on the couch and when I walked Patrick out, I slipped down the stairs causing
my skirt to fly up. I was so embarrassed and got a nice bruise on my ass. But
that did not stop Patrick from returning my calls. I think our next date was a
First Friday art gallery crawl followed by food shopping and Patrick cooking
dinner at his place (he definitely cooked pork chops which is funny because I
didn’t really like pork chops but I do remember this meal being very delicious).
That May I moved into a place with 2 girlfriends and Patrick
helped me move. He also helped assemble my Ikea bed with the aid of another one
of my girlfriends. I did not have the right tools and suggested they use what I
had, a pair of toe nail clippers. I totally suck at assembling furniture but
Patrick loves it and does it well. Somehow they got the tools they needed and
put my tiny bed together. This bed was a full sized bed with shelving
underneath. It was narrow and tall, you had to climb up to get into it.
I can remember sharing that bed with Patrick and waking up
in the night to find him pacing around the room because he couldn’t sleep in
such a tiny bed and hot room (I had the middle room, the only window was a skylight
so there wasn’t much air circulation). To
avoid sleeping in my bed, Patrick spent a lot of time driving from Temple to
his place in Lansdowne, to my place in South Philly to pick me up and take me
back to his place. The traffic getting
out to Lansdowne was often hellacious. We were both seeing other people and not
looking for anything serious but he really went out of his way to spend time
with me.
In August, Patrick went to Michigan for a friend’s wedding.
He was to come back Friday and then we were spending the weekend at my friend’s
cabin in the Poconos. During our time apart, I realized that I really wanted to
only be with Patrick and had fallen in love with him. I’ll never forget that
Friday, I had to go out to the distribution center in Gap, PA to help move some
orders along (I was an internet correspondent for Urban Outfitters) and rode up
with a coworker and two of our big bosses. I talked to them about Patrick and
how we weren’t boyfriend/girlfriend and then came into work on Monday
engaged.
Patrick picked me up from work that Friday and we drove up
to the Poconos in his little blue Tiburon. I really wanted to tell him that I
loved him that weekend but we were in a cabin with 6 other people and sharing a
room so it was hard to find any privacy. We managed to get some alone time in
our room and out of nowhere, as if it was a total surprise even to Patrick, he
said “Marry Me”. We had never talked about marriage and I honestly never
thought I would get married (or have kids). But, marrying him made so much
sense so I said yes without hesitation and professed my love.
We did not tell our friends that weekend. When we got back
to Philly, I went to see Cirque de Soleil with a coworker and said to her “I
think I am engaged”. I was in such a state of disbelief that I had to call
Patrick to make sure we were really doing this.
When we told our cabin owning friend that we were engaged, he did the
most incredible dance of joy, screaming and jumping up and down. He was (and
still is) a drag queen and prone to a bit of drama but it was the best reaction
we received. We asked him to be our flower girl and he was so excited to be
involved in our big day. (Seeing a drag queen with a 6 foot beehive walk down
the aisle on my crazy wedding day added a touch of desperately needed comic
relief. My mom was so surprised and happy when she saw our flower girl!)
Patrick and I went ring shopping at Henri David’s which is
the most amazing jewelry store I have ever visited. Once the rings were ready,
Patrick was ready to propose again. He told me we were going back to Brigantine
to visit our friends at the beach house where we met. We drove down the shore
and when we were near Patrick got a “phone call” that our friends were running
late. Patrick figured we could go to the beach (it must have been September)
and wait for them at the wooden fort. While we were there, and I had no clue
anything was fishy, Patrick pulled out a small felt pumpkin who was sporting a
mustache and opened it to reveal my engagement ring. He asked me to marry him,
I said yes, we had lunch nearby, then headed back to Philly.
That Halloween weekend we moved in together to a super cute
place on Iseminger St. It was right around the corner from my old place, which
I was going to miss terribly and felt bad for leaving. I had never imagined
when I signed that two year lease back in May that I would soon be getting
engaged. I hate moving and that was my 5th move in 15 months. Also, moving is not really something you want
to do Halloween weekend anyway. A friend
of mine, who lived the next street over, was hosting a Halloween party and we
went totally exhausted. I wore a cardboard sign around my neck that said Lame
and Patrick wore his Canada track jacket and went as “that famous Canadian athlete,
you know the one”.
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When we announced our engagement to my extended family at my Grandmother's birthday August 2004 |
It was kind of amazing when we first moved in together
because all of our stuff seemed to merge together without much friction. We
both had a passion for music and had very few repeating albums in our
collection. I owned some Tom Waits he did not have and he had a few Ani
DiFranco albums I did not have. Since Patrick had been living on his own for so
long, he had all the necessities and I was able to add a touch of color and
whimsy (cause everyone needs a 5 foot inflatable Screamer from Edvard Munch’s
painting).
That first place was really nice, exposed brick wall, nice
grey carpets, a decent kitchen, and we really made it our home. We set up a
tree for Christmas (but I think we may have opened our presents in bed). New Year’s
Day we hosted an open house. We lived right off Broad St., so anyone checking
out the Mummer’s parade was welcome to stop in for food and drinks. Patrick and I really enjoyed having friends
over at that house. Patrick was (and still is) a great cook and I was (and
still am) a great dishwasher.
I have a random happy memory of Patrick from our time before
getting married (at least I think we weren’t married yet) when I visited him on
campus at Temple University. Patrick handed me an inter-office envelope which
had another envelope with a fake postage stamp and mice drawn on the outside.
Inside it was stuffed with white chocolate Reese's Big Cups. They were a
limited edition and he must have bought out the store because they were my
favorite (I wish I could still find them!). One of the things that made me fall for
Patrick was the fact that he was really one of the good guys, nice, smart,
caring, patient, and thoughtful.
Patrick would read me bedtime stories, he read me the
entire Harry Potter series or he would make up stories about the adventures of
Sir Prancealot who was a Pomeranian with a heart of gold. I always joke that
Patrick is the nice Midwestern man and I am the Philadelphia bitch. Patrick got
to know the names of the shopkeepers in our neighborhood while I never
bothered. I married a man with great intelligence who never makes me feel dumb
even when I tell him I have no clue what the hell he is talking about. Patrick also
has a great sense of humor and understands my twisted sense of humor. Making
him laugh is one of my favorite things. There have been nights in bed spent
giggling that have brought me to the point of laughing and crying.
I love my husband, our marriage, our family, our son. I feel
so lucky to have him and Orion in my life.
Everything in my life lead to me meeting and marrying Patrick and for
that I am grateful and everything that happened after we got married lead me to
Orion. Patrick and I are often amazed at this life we created. The feeling of
love we share for our son is truly amazing. I am sorry that our wedding day and
honeymoon did not happen as we had planned them and that our first couple of
years were so hard. But those experiences brought us closer in the end and strengthen
our love. Together we can face whatever
comes our way and it is you, Patrick, (and Orion) that I always want by my
side.
Bridal Shower August 2005 |
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