On this date in 1990 Herself and I embarked on the perilous journey of discovery that puts divorce lawyers in next year’s Maseratis.
They said it would never last, and after she got the LASIK surgery I was certain they’d be proven right.
Nevertheless, here we are, 36 years down that rocky ol’ road of marital blisters and with hardly any scars at all. Visible to the casual observer, that is.
Only half of the happy couple is showing the years and mileage, which is odd, because he’s the one who spent all that time palling around with the Devil. But the dumb sonofabitch was never worth a damn at wealth management — the kind of chump who thought a CD was something by Tom Waits that you slipped into the player of an ’83 Toyota longbed between bumps off the back of one hand and stealthy nips from the bottle in the other while steering with the knees and one bloodshot eye on the rear-view mirror — so whatever he got for that beat-to-shit 1954 soul has long since been pissed away.
And knowing him, chances are it wasn’t eternal youth and beauty anyway. More like another 8-ball and a case of Pacifico. Talk about your cheap dates.
Ol’ Nick probably doesn’t even want to take possession at this point.
“Holy hell, clock the state of Himself, would ye? Looks like the south end of a northbound ghoul. Make a freight train take a dirt road, that would. Shit, he even scares me. Maybe I’ll delay collection on this one, take Stephen Miller for practice.”
So, sorry, Toots. Looks like you’re stuck with me for a while yet. Next time you’re playing blackjack with the gang down at the animal shelter, maybe check your cards before yelping, “Aw, what the hell! Hit me!”
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Congrats, and many more, Patrick and Shannon!
So where are the wedding pictures?
That shot is from the post-wedding bash at our Romero Street digs in Fanta Se, across the street from The Ark bookstore.
This here is the classic “Holy hell, we done did it!’ shot.
Congrats, PO’G and Herself! May you enjoy many more years together! My bride and I just passed 57 years as a duo ….. life is good, eh?! 🙂
Congrats back at you, señor. I’m a very lucky dog indeed. If Herself hadn’t popped round to adopt me Dog only knows where I might’ve wound up. We began reinventing ourselves almost immediately, caught some lucky breaks, and bounced back from a few bad ones. I’m hardly an unbiased observer, but I think we made most of the right moves — which is just about the best anybody can hope for.
A Fine Time it appears to be ! It seems that perhaps both of you made a great choice. Good on ya’s and may there be many more. Congratulations.
If I find that video of John Prine singing Unforgettable I’ll be sure to forward it on for your Anniversary enjoyment.