How I Met My Honey...

Reba has this How I Met My Honey carnival going on today, and since it was such a magical moment when my husband and I met, I had to share...(click on the big red box to get to Reba's blog.)

Bemidji State University, Bemidji, Minnesota...Mark and I both lived in the same dorm (on different floors.) We didn't know each other yet. One Friday afternoon somebody knocked on our door and told us there was a dorm party kegger that night. I was eh about going, but my roommate really wanted to go, so I said I would go with her.

BSU is a dry campus, so the kegger was not on campus, of course. (Actually I believe most of us were actually underage, so we couldn't party on campus...)

Nope. This kegger was in a gravel pit outside of town. Yeah, isn't that magical? It was drizzly and kinda chilly. No electricity, just somebody's boom box playing and a bunch of people standing around drinking and chatting.

That's where I met Mark. In a gravel pit, standing around in the rain, drinking beer. Very romantic.

My children want to know why we didn't make up a better meeting...

edited to add...Wow. Could I be any less romantic? My husband is the romantic one. There is lots of mush potential -- I could mention how even now -- twenty(mumble) years later we still touch each other -- hold hands, snuggle on the couch, long hugs when we happen to wander past each other. And maybe I could mention that after these twenty-whatever years, all the various places we have lived, and all the people I have met, Mark is still the only one I can ever imagine being with forever. There's your mush...