Time really flies with a Scotch in one hand...and a sexy blond in the other!
Denise and I just celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary this past Thursday. We planned on making this just as special as the 20th anniversary. Dinner, dessert, gifts...then the Fun Stuff. Well, the Fun Stuff needed a rain check.
This had been a very busy week. Denise is very involved with the Houston Ballet's largest fundraiser called The Nutcracker Market. It's a giant 4 day Christmas shopping event that draws over 80,000 people (mostly women). She was at the Market all day, every day. Me? I was just doing the usual wake up at 4am radio/TV routine. Except this week I had to take care of all the extra errands and car pool responsibilities. That meant while Denise was on her feet all day helping to raise money for the Houston Ballet, I was pulling the "dreaded 20's!!!! That means a 20 hr day. No nap.
I can usually handle ONE of the dreaded 20's...but this week, I was lucky enough to have THREE!! I know that medical school residents and Army Rangers have no problem pulling a 20 hour day...but I'm a 40+ year old radio talk show host. Give me a break.
Well...the BIG day, November 10th, finally arrived. I made sure to text our son a reminder so he would say, Happy Anniversary" to Denise. Then I called her and we talked on the radio. I'm sure many listeners were reaching for their air-sickness bag. There's no shortage of mushy-cutesy talk between the two of us, even though listeners in the 4th largest city were tuning in. I even told her on the radio that she better "watch out tonight"! Denise let out that adorable, sexy giggle that meant she understood EXACTLY what the those code words meant.
Our original plans called for her to leave the Nutcracker Market at 5pm, and then we would head out to an early dinner. Yeah. Right. The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. 5pm became 6pm. 6pm turned into 7pm. In fact, we didn't get to the restaurant until 9pm. I need to remind you that I have been going on 4hrs of sleep a day. I think you have a feeling about how this story is going to end. And you're RIGHT!
When we finally got home, the time was creeping up to midnight. The one thing I do remember was crawling into bed, putting my head on the pillow and falling asleep. We never opened our gifts, and we never got to the "Good Stuff". But you know what? That didn't matter. I was thrilled to fall asleep right next to my bride of 21 years. When you are in a solid, sexy, happy marriage, you always know there's Tomorrow Night!
