Invites went out yesterday. Do you know what that means?? That’s right, I’m getting married to my beautiful Dinotchka. For those of you who don’t know our story it all began in Memorial Day Weekend 2007. Dina came in town from Washington D.C., and emailed the best restaurants in the Twin Cities before she left.
I got the hint loud and clear, and decided to take her to one of my favorite restaurants- Azia in Minneapolis. Since she hadn’t been there before, we let the waiter order everything. He ordered our wine, appetizer, main courses and dinner. We talked and talked, and we both knew that we had something special. I dropped her off back at home and we had one of the most awkward kind of friends hugs ever!
Ten minutes after I dropped her off I received a text. “Thanks for dinner! But where was my goodnight kiss?”
I knew right then that I blew it. I was frustrated and kicking myself the whole way home. I responded. “Sorry! The waiter wasn’t there to tell me to go for it! Call me this weekend and we can hang out again soon.”
The next night I was supposed to go out with a group of friends when I received yet another text message on the night of Eve’s wedding.
“How’s it going?”
“Great. How’s the wedding?”
“It’s fun. You have 20 minutes to get here.”
Wow what a girl. I was supposed to go out with some friends that night to a dueling piano bar. I couldn’t figure out if I should go or not. Then I asked myself one of the most important questions of my life. ‘In 20 years as I look back on my past, am I going to regret not going?’
Good point. I’m in.
“Call it 30 and you have a deal.”
Our second date was when I crashed a wedding for a beautiful girl at her friends wedding. All of her best-friends were there. I think I passed – RIGHT OLECKEY??
After a fairy tale weekend, a return trip over the 4th of July, countless nights of phone calls, a flight to DC, a road trip from the East Coast to Minnesota, 2 days of the cow game, 1 small apartment next to the Farmer’s Market (…and the P2 Pit) with a dog, and a new house….