Ten Years Ago...

Who meets their Mr. at a Slobberbone show?

Me, that's who.

Ten years ago tonight.

I'm normally not one to remember such things. But oddly enough, I'm more sentimental about this date.

In my mind, I've always considered this our "real" anniversary. Maybe it's because we dated such a short period of time. Maybe it's because it was all such a whirlwind. Maybe it's because we eloped. Maybe it's because that was just a formality.

I don't know.

Or maybe it's because I was meant to meet my Mr. upstairs in a bar at a smoky rock show.

And the rest, as they say, is history.