17 minutes of pleasure ...

today is the two-year anniversary of the day little awkward me met little awkward chuck accidentally while purchasing dinner at subway. i've told the story hundreds of times: since we'd connected on myspace and become email friends i looked for him everywhere i went. i assumed i'd meet him at pizza luce eventually. a dark night, the black eyed snakes playing ... but on august 21, 2006, i spotted him at a common franchise sandwich shop and he invited me to join him for 17 minutes of dining pleasure.

all i remembered after that was his laugh.
well, and the way he kept checking his phone to make sure he wasn't overshooting his lunch break.
and his shirt. for some reason i remember his shirt.
and my shirt, actually. i know exactly what i was wearing. it was, what i like to call, my hangover goucho pants, my hangover shoes, my hangover ponytail and my hangover tank top and hangover sweatshirt.
i only remember because he has since told me that he saw me walk in and thought 'that's a girl i'd like to meet.'

if you'd have walked up to our tiny two-top table that day and told me that i'd have the two best years of my life and be living with this person and celebrating an anniversary today, i'd not have been surprise. not at all.

neither would fannie, who i'd had lengthy discussions with about this chuck character i was emailing.

tonight we went out for the mosts dangerously gluttonous meal ever invented. wine, cheese, pasta, wine ... all on an outdoor patio at bellisio's. we landed at burrito union for starfire lounge. it was fantastic.

last year we celebrated our anniversary at that same subway. it was, again, awkward.
i'm going to reheat my lobster ravioli.