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September 27th, 2006 blog

Hullo! So last night while sitting on the balcony with Julie, listening to music and enjoying excellent locally-brewed Oktoberfest beer, we somehow emerged onto the conversation of all the goings-on from 10 years ago. It’s not on the exact day, as that was the 21st, but we were talking about an important day in our relationship. It’s interesting to me because all of this stuff is approaching the 10th year anniversary. Nearly everything important with Julie happened back in 1996 - meeting her, determining that I wanted to persue her, our first date, realising I wanted to marry her…all that.

The date was September 21, 1996. This was a good day. It started off pretty crappily since UT played Notre Dame that day (at home) and lost. It might’ve been a last-second field goal. Whatever it was, it HURT losing that game. It was an early game so I ended up getting a nice sunburn on my face. That night my band Echo Juliet was playing a frat party. If it hadn’t been for the party, I was planning on seeing Jimmy Buffett. I’d always prefer to play. The frat party was for Delta Upsilon and they liked to do a “swamp party” every year. They flooded the house essentially. It’s not surprising that in a couple of years they had to get a whole new frat house. Echo Juliet was the entertainment for the night and I think we played pretty well. I had a blast, even though that house was the most humid place I’ve ever been. It literally felt like a swamp inside the house. Thankfully the sandbags kept the water off of the band and our equipment.

I had first met Julie the previous March at a gig her best friend Jenny brought her to. I think we talked a little bit more at a party a few weeks before the swamp party (that’s when I thought, “damn, Jenny’s friend is freakin’ hot!”). It was a nice surprise to me that after we finished our first set at the swamp party that Julie came up to me and we started talking for a few minutes. Evidently she had to have some “liquid courage” before she could get up the nerve to talk to me. She didn’t think I’d remember her (I did), and even though she was clearly nervous as hell, it was still a good conversation. It was a bit weird for me to actually be talking to someone at a show…talking to a female who I liked, I mean…since that was a rare thing. I didn’t ask her out that night (since after that I didn’t see her again) and it was another month before we finally had our first date. Still, it was a great night and one of the formulative nights in our relationship.

I think it’s awesome that we’ve been together for almost 10 years. I can’t wait until we hit her birthday next month (we’ll spend it in Madrid) and then our anniversary a few days later.


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