“What’s with the cd case?”
I’ve been getting that question a lot after posting this picture of Joe’s and my engagement.
So here it is, gizmos, the story behind the cd case.
Not all of you may know that Joe is a musician. And I don’t mean he covers Green Day tunes in the basement and doesn’t shower until late in the afternoon, though I wouldn’t rule that out altogether… Joe is a bonafide, music education major, cd releasing musician. He teaches band and private guitar lessons while following his dream performing and touring with a ska/reggae band, TUGG.
When we first met, he played in a funk/rock band called Hooch. I still have one of their benefit t-shirts, on which I got his autograph – only HIS autograph. He likes to remind me of what a lovey
dopey dovey schoolgirl crush I had on him.
I didn’t even know his last name for awhile. I called him ‘Joe Paisley’ because he performed with a pink paisley guitar on stage. It was awesome. Now he more commonly plays with some kind of Les Paul, amber colored guitar with a whammy bar. It’s probably driving him nuts right now that I didn’t fact check what guitar he uses. *shrug*
Anyway, he had a stint where he performed with a successful musician that was born in this area and came back to do some touring. I didn’t like the guy. Talk about womanizer! And I mean c’mon, who NEEDS to perform six effing encores in a row, be done dammit! Some of us have drinking to do!
*eh hem* So, fast forward to our 7 year anniversary this past October. We decided to celebrate by going to one of the joints we hit on our first date. When we got there, I see one of Joe’s buddies and his parents there – the friend that set Joe and I up on our first date!
This is where I confess to being completely and utterly clueless. I had NO IDEA the boys had planned all this together. I was all like, “Wow, that’s so crazy you’re here! It’s our anniversary today and you’re responsible for initiating our first date. How cool you’re here!”
Seriously. No clue.
So this friend of ours tells Joe he’s got a cd in his car, and it’s a recording of him with the successful musician that I do not like. Yippee!…..Not.
All through lunch, the cd is sitting in front of me. Vague and brief references to its presence are made, and I push it farther away.
When it’s time to leave, I purposely try to leave the cd there!
“Grab that please,” Joe says. I do so, but grumble about it.
We say our goodbyes and Joe and I get in the car. Our plan was to drive up to the bluffs and go hiking to enjoy the fall colors one last time before the cold really set in. He asks me if we can play the cd on the drive up.
“Do we have to?” I whine.
“Please,” he says.
I take the cd and remove the tape seal. When I open it, there’s no cd. There’s a ring! And the words: “I love you lots and lots. Will you marry me?”
So there you have it, our engagement story, AKA – The CD case explained.
Here’s to a year of new adventures!
If you’re married, what’s your engagement story? And for all you sassy singles, what’s your dream engagement like?
This is the story of how one boy met this one girl.
Nine years ago, I sat next to this boy in one of the worst college classes ever. We struck up a conversation and got to know each other. I knew he played guitar in a band, a pink paisley guitar to be precise. He knew I was a theater minor at the time, and probably crazy.
It was not meant to be. Both of us were dating other people. He was a graduating senior, I was a Freshman. We talked in class, when he showed up that is, and that is all.
Two years later…
I’m downtown having a beer at the Bodega – that’s a lie, I didn’t drink beer yet, it was probably an amaretto sour – when I see that boy across the room. We started talking again. I thought he was really cute.
Little did I know he had forgotten my name. *sigh*
He remembered my face and we kept talking. A friend of his came over and introduced himself.
“I’m Jessi,” I answered back.
Now he knew my name again.
His friend told me I should come hear this band playing on the weekend at the Alpine Inn. I said that sounded fun, but I didn’t have a car, so had no way of getting up there.
“Joe can give you a ride,” he suggested.
And thus our first date was set.
We talked about everything you’re not supposed to talk about on a first date. Religion, politics, and ghost encounters. I learned he still played in the same band and was also substitute teaching. He learned I dropped my theater minor in place of Women’s Studies, and that I wanted to be a writer.
It happened while we were dancing…
Joe claims he knew I fell for him when we danced that night. I say I just really like Stevie Wonder tunes. Whenever it happened, we became a couple.
Once I graduated, got a job, and moved into the abyss known as adulthood, we started traveling in style!
And no, I’m not talking about my ’88 Mercury Sable.
Every year we would travel together. We started small – a day trip to Minneapolis to the Science Museum. The next year, Portland, OR and Seattle, WA. Then Boston, MA!
I think I started rubbing off on Joe, because the next year, I actually got him to leave the country with me. We made it as far as…Canada!
Then Joe rubbed off on me, and I agreed to a road trip. We drove out west touring the Badlands, Deadwood, the Tetons, Yellowstone, and Salt Lake City.
Wherever we go, it’s usually an adventure.
But not always the safest one…
It’s been a wonderful journey so far. I couldn’t imagine a better partner. Which is why I’m excited to announce a new journey we’re embarking on.
From our house to yours, we want to thank you for being a part of our lives!
Happy holidays everyone!