When I was 16, and he was 17, we met in Florida. I was on vacation with my parents and best friend. He was on vacation with his best friend's family. My family had a timeshare we vacationed at one week every year and this was our week. The fates must have brought us together, because he wasn't even supposed to be at our condo. Yet, we met, somehow stayed in touch off and on through the years and eventually got married a little over eleven years later. True story... yet I left a lot out. Here's the real scoop.
My best friend, Amanda, and I had this deal, we didn't date the same guys and we would never ever have fought over a boy. Therefore, the moment I saw the hubs for the first time across the condominium's game room, I immediately looked to Amanda and proclaimed, "Dibs on him!!!" Quick eye gets the prize, right?
His response, "Y'all??? Where the *bleep* are you from, Kentucky?"
As it turns out, yes I am from Kentucky. Yes, I do have a lovely Southern accent that is very Western Kentucky-eque, and no, I do not like rude boys, no matter how cute you are. So just as I had sauntered up to him, I sauntered on back to Amanda. I informed her I was horribly mistaken, that she was welcome to him.
He spent a good portion of that week proving he wasn't quite the d-bag I initially thought he was and I found that he was actually quite likable in that weird way that my hubs has.
Problem #1, they had promised me that they had my music that I wanted to walk down the aisle to (Etta James "At Last") there available. Had they not, I certainly would have brought it myself. When I get there, they inform me they had mistakenly taped over it some time ago, but they had a wide selection of music to choose from. And they did... if you like country. Which I do not.
I walked down the aisle to Shania Twain. Not that Shania isn't talented, but I don't listen to her. I wasn't even familiar with the song.
Next, as the vows seem to go on and on and on, at some point I notice something pulling at my dress. I assumed it was the hubs stepping on it. To be so lucky.... No, it was a raccoon. A pet one. Apparently they fed it (and even placed around the wedding site) pieces of dogfood so that it would come out and join the wedding parties.
Let's jump back to the part where I have a strong southern accent. To people up here in Ohio, I sound like Ellie Mae Clampett, and because of my inadvertent hillbilly wedding complete with raccoon mascot, I looked like her.