Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Thirty Years and counting...

We took a blog break to celebrate our thirtieth wedding anniversary.(Yes, Mrs. Hunting Creek was a child bride.)

My favorite part of Sunday is reading the wedding announcements in the New York Times. Sometimes people have cute meeting stories, like they were introduced by their dads, or met at a Halloween party, or sat next to each other on a flight with severe turbulance. We met at freshman orientation at U.C. Irvine, at a toga party.
The boys were having their faces painted with lightning bolts a la David Bowie. I was doing faces, and I did his face with a particularly fine bolt. He commented, "One day, we'll tell our grandkids that this is how we met." I laughed and signed my name on his shoulder with the eyebrow pencil so he'd remember my name.
(It worked for me, but your results may differ.)


AuntieAllyn said...

OMG . . . toga parties . . . was that 30 years ago? Funny, I don't feel 30 years older, do you??

Congratulations on 30 years of marriage . . . wishing you 30 years more!

beangirl said...

And here I was going to say "Toga parties 30 years ago? Was it retro night?" Or possibly I just have a memory failure on the toga party thing from then. That is totally possible. Just saying.

Ah, youth.

Congratulations! I'm sure you were jailbaitingly, hillbillying, crazy illegally young as a bride, right? Of course. (And a great How We Met story, btw. The Met Via Dads wedding announcement is great too. The Husband and I used to tell people -in order to avoid embarasing truths- that we "met in the war"... which was funny until there actually was a war. We haven't come up with a new story yet. Um. It's been ten years. We maybe should do that. Averting our eyes in a shifty manner and changing the subject only gets you so far...)

M. said...

congratulations on your anniversary :)

yummy supper said...

Great story - I can totally picture the scene:)
Congrats on 30 years!