What did your life revolve around when you were twenty years old? Mine? I pretty much only cared about getting drunk and having fun. So, it would only make sense that Mike and I met at a friend's party.
It was the middle of July 2003. My best friend, Tianna, invited me to her boyfriend, Tommy's, house for a small party after their weekly softball game. I had just gotten back from my very first trip to Hawaii with my mom & brother, and had the corn rows to prove it. So, I was tan & excited to meet a new boy. I didn't particularly care which boy, just so long as he was cute & sweet and a great kisser. That's who I was at 20, completely shallow.
Anyway, I walk up to Tommy's apartment and there is a group of my friends smoking on the front patio. We all say high in the usual just-out-of-teenage way. There's hugging, laughing and of course, flirting. Someone asked me how Hawaii was, and that started me on one of my infamous rants about how much I loved it.
That's when this guy in a hat, who I hadn't noticed until that moment, turned to me and said, "You just got back from Hawaii?" All of the sarcastic remarks that came to my mouth, fell at the sight of his eyes. Man, he's got great eyes.
So, instead of saying something like, "Are you new?" I just kind of stuttered, "Uh, yeah?".
"Cool!" He said, all non-challant, "I'm from Oahu." At which point he grinned. Oh man! I was gone. I honestly had no idea what I was in for. I just thought he'd be great to make out with. So, in the time it took us to have a cigarette and casually discuss the island of Mauai with the rest of our friends, I decided that this guy was off limts to the rest of the party.
When I finally went inside, I imediately told Tianna that I wanted him. Yes, that's how we viewed guys back then, like they were Christmas presents. And I knew Tianna would always help me get the perfect present.
For the rest of the night, I simply focused on showing him my best flirting skills. But, man, he's a thick one. At one point, Tianna even sent the two of us on a beer run together just to give us some alone time. Did I mention that she was a master at getting me whatever I wanted? Well, it finally took me pretending not to know how to play Texas Holdem' for him to get the hint. Don't get me wrong, he was flirting the whole night, but he was holding back. I finally put it on full force. I was leaning in close and whispering in his ear to help me play my hand. And suddenly, it clicked. By the time we finished the hand, I was practically sitting on his lap and he had invited Tianna and me to a party as his house in San Jose the following weekend.
Since twenty year olds can't afford to live in the nicest places, Mike walked Tiana and me to my car. I still get a kick out of how he tried to kiss me as I got in. I had stood there for almost a full minute waiting and as I turned to get in, he leaned in and kissed my neck. Tianna and I giggled about it the whole way back to my house.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
The Wedding
I constanlty get asked: "So, how's the planning coming?" And WOW the answer is just too long. So, for all of you who are wondering: Here's is how the wedding planning is going.
Coordinator: Lynette Corona
Photographer: Ed & Monica Pingol
Caterer:
Florist:
http://www.watanabefloral.com/
http://www.watanabefloral.com/
Baker: Cake Creations
DJ:
Stylist: Wendy
My Autobiography - a diary of sorts
First Memories:
I don't pretend to remember that far back, but according to my parents, I was two the first time I found myself lost. That's not to say it hasn't happened inumerable times since, but as the story goes... We were in the Los Gatos hills, at a birthday party my mother's friend was having for her daughter. My parents were enjoying themselves in the usual parental way. My mother gabbing away with the moms in the kitchen. My dad participating in some debate with the other dads. I was crawling on the floor with the kids, probably fighting over toys or discovering my toes, again. At some point, we all got comfortable. My father was the first to notice I was missing. He looked around, but it didn't take long for him to panic. He alerted my mother and ran outside to search. Another father was putting his own child into her car seat and had apparently seen me. My father, now on the verge of either a heart attack at the age of 35, or punching a man in front of his daughter, ran down the long driveway toward the other houses on the hill. He heard barking and just knew his little girl had heard it too. He came upon a wrott iron gate too high to jump over and too secure to break through. So he yelled. "Daddy?" He breathed a sigh of relief until he saw the size of the two Dobermans his 2 year old was playing with. As his little girl toddled her way back toward the gate, these two massive canines charged at him with full force. As they showed him how bad their bark was, he could only imagine their bite. He was half greatful for the protection of the large gate and half hateful of it holding his little girl from him. She had stopped dead in her tracks, now terrified of the ferociousness of these two dogs, who had been so gentle with her. "Daddy!" She cried. My father's heart was ripping apart his chest. What if the dogs turned on her in their wrath? Oh God, he could only imagine. His only choice was to walk away and hope that the dogs calmed down with him gone. As he moved around a corner out of sight, he heard the barking calm. The few minutes it took for his daughter to emerge from the gate were the longest he could bare. But the second she was safe from harm, he scooped her up and held her tight.
More memories to come...
If you have any early memories of me that you'd like to share, please do.
I don't pretend to remember that far back, but according to my parents, I was two the first time I found myself lost. That's not to say it hasn't happened inumerable times since, but as the story goes... We were in the Los Gatos hills, at a birthday party my mother's friend was having for her daughter. My parents were enjoying themselves in the usual parental way. My mother gabbing away with the moms in the kitchen. My dad participating in some debate with the other dads. I was crawling on the floor with the kids, probably fighting over toys or discovering my toes, again. At some point, we all got comfortable. My father was the first to notice I was missing. He looked around, but it didn't take long for him to panic. He alerted my mother and ran outside to search. Another father was putting his own child into her car seat and had apparently seen me. My father, now on the verge of either a heart attack at the age of 35, or punching a man in front of his daughter, ran down the long driveway toward the other houses on the hill. He heard barking and just knew his little girl had heard it too. He came upon a wrott iron gate too high to jump over and too secure to break through. So he yelled. "Daddy?" He breathed a sigh of relief until he saw the size of the two Dobermans his 2 year old was playing with. As his little girl toddled her way back toward the gate, these two massive canines charged at him with full force. As they showed him how bad their bark was, he could only imagine their bite. He was half greatful for the protection of the large gate and half hateful of it holding his little girl from him. She had stopped dead in her tracks, now terrified of the ferociousness of these two dogs, who had been so gentle with her. "Daddy!" She cried. My father's heart was ripping apart his chest. What if the dogs turned on her in their wrath? Oh God, he could only imagine. His only choice was to walk away and hope that the dogs calmed down with him gone. As he moved around a corner out of sight, he heard the barking calm. The few minutes it took for his daughter to emerge from the gate were the longest he could bare. But the second she was safe from harm, he scooped her up and held her tight.
More memories to come...
If you have any early memories of me that you'd like to share, please do.
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