Thwarted Again

It seems that we will not be going to see the lights in Salt Lake tonight either since it is snowing like mad outside at the moment.  I have been waiting to be able to do a post about this, but I have been thwarted too many times, so since I got a bunch of comments about our first date story, I thought I would go into a little more detail.

Is it lame that I remember my life in food?  Memories of when we met and our first date are entwined with food.  As is everything else for me.  If you know my family, you know we live for food.  On vacation, we never ask what we are going to see or do that day, the bigger questions are where we are eating breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner.  Anyway, Brett and I met in our church choir that he was directing.  As Brett puts it, I was giving him "googley" eyes during the whole rehearsal, which is not the case.  The truth is that he reminded me of my good friend Nathan because they both had a lot of enthusiasm (Nathan when he played the drums, and Brett when he led the choir).  Afterwards, Brett served us all some Blueberry Pineapple Delight that he made himself.  I thought it was amazing and was thoroughly impressed, which I told him.  He then proceeded to invite me and my roommates to Disney night at his apartment.

Disney night had one requirement: you have to sing along.  We watched Aladdin with probably 20 people in the room singing and quoting lines.  That week was Thanksgiving, and we missed each other's calls.  When I came home the next Sunday, I asked about Disney night and Brett said to come on over.  Nobody was there at first, but we decided to watch Robin Hood anyway.  A few people showed up, which was kind of a bummer, but it worked out anyway.  Neither of us wanted me to go home, so we were really happy when one of Brett's roommates suggested that we watch Lord of the Rings.  During that movie Brett got up the nerve to hold my hand and put his arm around me.  We hadn't even been on a date yet!  Not that I minded....

Then he walked me home.  He called the next day (tip for boys, you don't have to wait 48 hours or whatever the rule is) to ask me to a Jazz game on Tuesday night.  I was ecstatic, of course, and couldn't wait.  He came to pick me up, and my roommate thought he was so cute and smelled so good that she almost told him that I wasn't there but she could go instead.  But I did go.  We didn't even really have any small talk, and we were so comfortable with each other, even all the way up to Salt Lake.  We met a friend of his there, ate churros, and watched the lowest scoring game in the history of the Delta Center.  The Jazz scored 52 points.  Ouch.  That night I learned of Brett's love of basketball and his ability to fake anybody out.

I then suggested that we walk to the lights.  I am glad we did, and it's somewhat special since we ended up getting married in that same spot 6 months later.  The lights were beautiful.  We were absolutely freezing though, which gave Brett a nice excuse for holding my hand.  When we got back in the car, the radio started wigging out, and Brett told me that the car was going to die.  So we pulled over to the side of the road and tried to fix it to no avail.  Brett called one of his roommates who was still down in Provo to come get us.  We sat in the car for 45 minutes while it rained and talked.  It was great.  Then we got Taco Bell on the way home because we were both starving.

When we got back to my apartment, we were saying goodnight and Brett took the plunge.  He kissed me, which left me in pretty much no doubt where he stood.  As you all know, it moved pretty quickly from there.  He proposed the first week in January and we were married the following June.  We've been married for 2 1/2 years now and it has been wonderful!  I am so excited for the years to come.