Do, or do not.... There is no try...

December 19th 2000 was the day I met my husband. Except then he was just a stranger and not yet my husband, obviously... We met at The Hideout in Chicago at a mutual friend's birthday party. It was love at first sight for both of us. I remember everything we both were wearing.

I had gone to a company Christmas party the night before and had enjoyed myself a little too much and I hadn't felt like going out... but I'm so glad I did. I cried the whole next day because I was afraid I had messed it up.

I knew where he worked and it was my job to pursue him. Which I did.... HARD!

Around MLK day, a few weeks after we met, a girlfriend of mine called and asked me if I'd like to go get a tattoo with her. I only had about $85 to my name and it would have been really dumb to go get a tattoo with her.Then I remembered that Daniel had said something about having tattoos and a massive M80 of an idea went off in my head.

I went and got that $80 tattoo and then walked in to the bar where he worked wearing a sleeveless shirt in January in Chicago... my white bandage blindingly obvious on my left arm. I spent my last $5 on a beer...

The rest, as they say, is history...