Been in Maryland for meetings this weekend. Rather than heading home to Houston, I’m flying to Austin to meet Keith to attend a wedding together of a good friend’s daughter. Since it fell on a work weekend, it was difficult to pull off. But, the thing is, there will be dancing.
We were juniors at Texas State at a fraternity-sorority mixer. He was president of his fraternity, I was president of my sorority. Music was loud, people partying pretty hard. Comes over to me. “Can I get you a beer?”
“No, thank you.” Walks away & thinks to himself, maybe she’s
“No, thank you.” Walks away & thinks to himself, maybe she’s
too good for a beer. Lol. Walks back over. “Can I get you a daiquiri?”
“No, thank you.” Pauses. “Ok, a margarita.” I shake my head no then, seeing he needs an explanation, “I don’t drink.” (I was nothing at all if not a card carrying Southern Baptist.) Flummoxed, he walks away.
“No, thank you.” Pauses. “Ok, a margarita.” I shake my head no then, seeing he needs an explanation, “I don’t drink.” (I was nothing at all if not a card carrying Southern Baptist.) Flummoxed, he walks away.
“But I dance.” He stops in his tracks. He spins around, walks toward me &, in the most romantic gesture I’ve still ever witnessed in my life, he held out his right hand and said, “May I have this dance?”
I said yes that day to 43 years of dancing & fighting & dancing & crying
I said yes that day to 43 years of dancing & fighting & dancing & crying
& dancing & yelling & dancing & laughing. No one took a picture that night, such a lifetime ago now. But someone took one this particular night. It was year 42. 
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