(The night of our rehearsal dinner at Jimmy’s Restaurant)
Since it is Wade and my anniversary on Sunday, and we are traveling to Beaver Creek, Colorado, for a writing gig, I thought that I would take this opportunity to introduce you to a few chapters of my unpublished book. The chapters that have to do with meeting Wade. I hope you enjoy, and remember…I am aware that it still needs work.
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I can’t tell you how sick and tired I was of that expression, “When you least expect it, it will happen.” I was always expecting it, isn’t everybody?
When I first arrived in Aspen from New York City back in 1990, I was heart broken that the man from my previous relationship felt it okay to try and seduce another woman in a hotel room without my consent. I was, to say the least, despondent and frustrated and couldn’t shake the feeling that all men were bisexual, of course I’m not inferring that my past love was bi…it’s just a testament to how much I truly had lost faith in men.
The word spinster kept floating into my head and fogging my way, and so I looked it up. “A spinster is a legal term for an unmarried woman, aged 38 or over. The term spinster originally identified girls and women who spun wool.” Shit, I said to myself, I’m screwed. In no time at all I’ll be a spinster and I can’t even sew.
It occurred to me that perhaps Aspen was not the smartest place to be if I was hoping to ever get married. Aspen was a place where boys and girls gravitated to play and stay young and defy their parents and the world’s expectations of them. But this was just a transitional phase until I could figure out where to go.
Any boy I fantasized about, okay…slept with, was absolutely and positively no good for me, ask my sisters. It was time for me to leave this fantasyland and move to a real city with real people who were not trying to escape reality, but first I would stay for one of my favorite seasons, Fall. Ahh Fall, filling me with the excitement that something magical was about to happen replacing all fears with a sense of adventure. And as the golden leaves on the Aspen trees began to fall I thought, how I can I leave before getting a chance to strut my stuff on the ski slopes? I made a promise to myself to take off in the spring.
And that is when I got the phone call from one of my best friends, Patty, planting the seed for a new adventure that would rock my world….(more later).
Oh but I want to know how you met now!! Very very fun and sweet pix from the rehearsal dinner – you are SO into each other – I love it! (Who the heck has time to look at the camera anyway??
Happy bday!
Swati
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o.k. , I remember that smoochy, playful time.
Arriving home from a job, Jillian and I needed some
computer help, logging our talent. No,wait, before that I called her from Houston, she whispered with that cute little lisp,”I think I met
someone.” So the all nighter that we pulled working, Wade arrives to save the damsels in distress. He was a trooper.
Jillian played” hard to get” for a few months, and she almost didn’t get got~~
Anyway, fast forward to the gorgeous fall wedding, glorious scenery from the
Elk Mtn. lodge. As the evening grew steamy and
the lodge was seeping in love, Wade stood up on stage crooning Frank Sinatra tunes. THEN I knew what Jillian meant when she said she “met” someone. Someone so special, SOMEONE delightful, delicious,and now with 3 little “waderers” following behind mommy blogger.
And you were all concerned, Dede, that I had found a man who was a push over and you made me worried that he was too nice.
You were the life of our wedding with your boa wrapped around you. I have that picture somewhere…will be looking for it.
And for the record, I do not have a lisp. Why does everybody say that?