How I met my husband

The picture above shows a man with great gusto belting out a tune in his shower - with his own personal "mic".

This is exactly what I imagine when I hear my husband in the shower singing - usually made up nasty words to well-known songs.

Imagine June 1999 - it is HOT and HUMID in Minnesota and my brother, my buddy Kyle Ann and I decide we need some cold beers and sweaty singing. We head up to NordEast to hang at a place called Arrones -- not sure I would go there anymore, but at the time the bartender Mike* and the Karaoke chick were tons of fun --

We sit on one side of the bar, Mike gives us a cold one, and we begin to pick out our songs. If I remember accurately I probably sang (forgive me)

"Livin' La Vida Loca"

"Heartache Tonight"

"I touch myself."

But, wait! There at the "mic" is a cute guy in polo and shorts - and he is SINGING "Pretty Woman" ....I wonder if he will do the... Oh yeah, he can growl like Roy Orbison, SWEET!

I lean into Kyle Ann and say,

L - There is my boyfriend.

KA - HE's too old.

L - Too old for you maybe. Remember I have a few years on ya babe.

Brother Pete- HEY, should I go get my "Chocolate Salty Balls" cd and sing that?

Polo shirt and shorts finishes singing and starts to work his way around the bar to where we are sitting and gets halted by "Trucker Girl" wanting him to play pool.

L- Bitch, get away from my boyfriend.

KA - You need another drink.

FINALLY about midnight Polo shirt sits at the barstool next to mine -being the smooth chick I am I lean over toward him and say -

"You're cute, what is your name?"

Yes folks that is how I met the madman I am married to...he will say he sang the song because HE saw me first, I buy that, but he will also say that he TALKED to me first and that is a

bold-faced lie.

Just ask Kyle Ann, she was there. Unless she had too many Long Islands that night. ;)

I am thinking of this because tomorrow my sweetie and I will be on one of the infamous "Harley Run's" and poking our heads into old, dark, seedy bars like Aronne's. Wish me cold beers and that my bum doesn't hate me on Sunday for riding all day Saturday.

* God bless Mike wherever you are!!(he died a few years ago, we went to the funeral. THAT is how charming this bartender was.)

p.s. the line I used on my hubby worked EVERY TIME. Single? Use it tonight!