I was in the middle of a croquet game when the skies opened up. We scrambled for the metal-poled tent at the side of the open field and whipped out our cell phones to see whether we needed to call the game only to have our phones insist that not only was it not currently raining, but it was not going to rain any time in the foreseeable future, whereupon the earthshaking boom of thunder and simultaneous crack of lightning crashed down upon us and we all scrambled for our cars...
I proposed to my wife during a July 4th fireworks finale. It was a bit loud so her first response was "HUH?" and her second was that frown you do when you think someone is talking to you but you can't hear them.
Fortunately her third response, after I said "Well?" (silver-tongued devil that I am) was a resounding YES!
That was 1989. We married October 20th 1990, the day the Reds won game 4 of the 90 WS, sweeping the Oakland* As. As a lifelong Reds fan I was able to watch the end of the game on TV in our hotel room. But then, we'd been living together since February, so there wasn't much mystery about what the other looked like nekid, and we were too damn tired from dancing at the reception to do anything, standing up, sitting down, or bent over a chair. It was more "let's order some Advil from room service, crash, and watch the Nasty Boys shut down Oakland."
I enjoyed this but it's way to honest because it shattered all my "older I get better I was" delusions.
Just keep lying to yourself, it's what I do.
Ah, but if you'd had an umbrella open when the lightning struck, you might have been toast - definitely not romantic.
I actually know a guy who got hit by lightning. He survived and became a political cartoonist. No idea what any of that means if anything.
Yeah, hammock sex… that doesn’t work. To quote Seinfeld’s Elaine, “Gimme something I can use.”
Hammocks are bad enough with just one person in them. But I admire your spirit of adventure.
I was in the middle of a croquet game when the skies opened up. We scrambled for the metal-poled tent at the side of the open field and whipped out our cell phones to see whether we needed to call the game only to have our phones insist that not only was it not currently raining, but it was not going to rain any time in the foreseeable future, whereupon the earthshaking boom of thunder and simultaneous crack of lightning crashed down upon us and we all scrambled for our cars...
Sounds like you have the same cell service as I do.
I proposed to my wife during a July 4th fireworks finale. It was a bit loud so her first response was "HUH?" and her second was that frown you do when you think someone is talking to you but you can't hear them.
Fortunately her third response, after I said "Well?" (silver-tongued devil that I am) was a resounding YES!
That was 1989. We married October 20th 1990, the day the Reds won game 4 of the 90 WS, sweeping the Oakland* As. As a lifelong Reds fan I was able to watch the end of the game on TV in our hotel room. But then, we'd been living together since February, so there wasn't much mystery about what the other looked like nekid, and we were too damn tired from dancing at the reception to do anything, standing up, sitting down, or bent over a chair. It was more "let's order some Advil from room service, crash, and watch the Nasty Boys shut down Oakland."
Actually...sounds like a pretty decent wedding night. Over the years I've adjusted my expectations.
It was very nice. Thank you Jose Rijo!!!