Today, December the 13th, is the anniversary of the infamous after-hours office holiday party.
The one where the restaurant got the dates mixed up so gave us an extra two hours of open bar while they set up downstairs.
The one where I got all dressed up in a black velvet mini-skirt and black lace stockings and silver sparkles on my eyes.
The one where there was this guy I really really liked and crushed on for over a year. The kind of crush that one never thinks is going to come to anything and maybe shouldn’t because I was [unhappily] living with someone else at the time.
And that guy – he asked me if I would like to go home with him. And I went to tell my friend Glow but she was half-passed out on the toilet.
We took a cab to his eastside Manhattan apartment.
And after another drink and a little more conversation…
We danced to this.
And then it got real interesting….
And now – he is my husband.