Let me begin with how the mister and I fell madly in love ❤️ while picnicking on a blanket under the stars 😍 Ok. Busted. It was in a honky tonk, and cheese fries and Fireball were staples on the menu. The Fireball is served in a fancy goblet, though, and that makes it more acceptable. Notice I said "is" because occasionally we put on our nicest boots from Horsetown and go down memory lane by visiting that fine establishment where it all began.
First, though, as painful as this will be... we must go further down memory lane for anyone to fully understand. We went to high school together. We met once and there wasn't a feeling to be caught. Then, two years later, our paths crossed again. I dated his friend. We won't go into too much detail on that train wreck. Mister was the xbox-playing, pain in the ass standing between my then boyfriend and getting a job. Needless to say, the man I said my vows to years later started off as my arch nemesis. The feeling was mutual, though. He wasn't writing in his journal about me at night either. Was he handsome? Very. Smart? Probably. The man for me? I just didn't know it yet because I was a lot preoccupied.
Now we can fast forward 5 (very eventful) years and go back to the honky tonk. It's called The Electric Cowboy 🤠 and I was enticed there by my intoxicated girlfriends on Halloween after work one night. I was in a bad mood (bar tending on Halloween will do that to ya) and they were three sheets to the wind (sorry for the call out, ladies, it's pertinent) and kept getting themselves lost and in particularly sketchy situations. Then it happened... I bumped into the handsome fella that made me crazy so many years ago.
*Sidebar: "they make me crazy" is something I say very often. I take little responsibility for my inability to be rational at times.*
He was kind. And hot. And not the fella I remembered from before. He said he would help me find my not so sober sisters. We sent my spirited friends home in a cab, caught up on life, and enjoyed what had started off to be a terrible Saturday night.
Within months, we both knew there was no other person we wanted to do life with. Well... at least he agrees with me when I say that. We were engaged a year and a half later (after living in sin for a while to make sure it would stick) and married by the next May. I already had my son, gained a beautiful new daughter by marriage, and would a couple of years later bring a spicy baby girl into the mix!
My main squeeze's name is Evan and he is the chicken nugget to my red wine. He makes me want to be a better person, wife, and mother, and I am forever grateful to have bumped into him in that stinky old bar that night.