Guess what I did last weekend, part three!

Blogged on Friday, April 25th, 2008 by Rachael. Filed in Blog365, Contradictory, Philosophical, Wedding.

Let’s see… so far you know I had a pirate wedding on April 19th, and that the wedding happened almost a year ago to the day that I met my new husband.

…what? I failed to mention that specific fact?

Oops!

It’s true - we met on the twenty-first of April last year, on the second day of Penguicon 5.0. Since that day, Troy has not failed to commemorate every single 21st of every month since then (with either jewelry or hugs and kisses or a combination thereof), which only makes him more kissable, of course. Hot guys with muscles, brains, AND a sensitive streak? Completely kissable.

This year, Penguicon fell on almost the same date (the 18th to the 20th, for those of you detail-oriented enough to care), and a few months ago we suddenly decided to get married on our (nearly) one year anniversary of being together. Because, in fact, we have been together ever since that day last year.

More backstory!

Back to last year, then! Soon after my new blond Sith and I discovered that smooching was our new favorite pastime, I had to leave the con and go home. When Lithie and I planned our weekend, we figured we would just have to stay up all night on Friday, and go home sometime on Saturday/Sunday when we were too exhausted to have any more geeky fun. Once we got there, we volunteered some in the ConSuite, thereby securing at least a few hours of sleep in the hotel room set aside for broke volunteers like us who needed to crash for a bit. (There is a whole hilarious story involving a hermaphrodite who had a conversation with… itself… in the bathroom on Saturday morning, too, but that’s for another time.) We would have maybe stayed another night in the Penguin Pit (the crash space’s hilarious name), but it became bleedingly important that we go home RIGHT NOW and not later.

Alas, I had to bid farewell to my newfound kissing partner; and honestly, at that point I really did think that was all it would turn out to be. I assumed that it was a freak happening, a once-in-a-lifetime event, and that I would either end up with an awkward situation or none at all. I was sad to leave him, but I was so overly caffeinated and overly tired and overly full of kissing adrenaline that I really hadn’t had time to process much of it yet. We hugged and kissed goodbye outside in the parking lot, and Lithie kindly drove home, since I was suddenly and completely exhausted.

I was very restless during the night. This was partly due to the fact that all three of my kids were still over at my grandparents’ house for the weekend, and I don’t sleep very well when they’re gone - and partly due to the caffeine still running in my veins like hyperactive plasma. Sometime in the early morning hours, I remembered that we had not exchanged phone numbers or even email addresses, which would make any more contact relatively impossible. Almost immediately after that thought, I decided I was going to have total and complete episode of because-I-want-to, and get up at the crack of ass, take a shower, and drive all the way back down to the con. To see my boy, of course.

What happens at con…

I arrived at the hotel with a few hours to find my Sith, smooch on him for a while, actually exchange phone numbers, and then drive back up toward my house to pick up my kids.

Then the fun part started.

If you’ve ever been to a con, you know that the deadest part of all is in the morning between about 8am and 11am. Those who stayed up all night have fallen asleep somewhere leaned up against a wall or cuddled awkwardly into a puddle of their own drool by then; and those who are lucky enough to have money for their own room (or a friend to share theirs) aren’t up or showered or fed yet. The only poor souls still wandering about have stayed up too long to remember how to go to sleep, or they actually had something to do at this time, although they may have forgotten what it was.

I walked up and down the halls, rode the elevator up and down several times, and had the increasingly sinking feeling that my Sith had gone home or, at the very least, disappeared somewhere out of my reach. I beat myself up for not getting his number the night before. I hesitated on the second floor balcony near the elevator, looking out one last time onto the floor below, and then I saw him.

A flash of black cloth, a flick of blond straight hair, and he was… walking down the hallway… toward the elevator! Hooray!

I composed myself in front of the doors, trying to gauge which one he was getting on. I flipped my hair back a little, straightened my shirt, suddenly nervous. My grin felt ridiculous but I couldn’t stop myself.

I heard the doors close below, heard the engine hum and the lifting click and whirr. The door opened, and there he stood, just as handsome as the night before, and for a moment I worried that going home to shower and change had made me unrecognizable; but then he was smiling, happiness stretching across his face like an unexpected gift, and then I was saying “I forgot to get your phone number,” and then our arms were wrapping around each other, and then he was kissing me again, his arms as strong as I remembered, and his hair as gold as sunshine.

I barely got out of there in time to get my kids - not that my grandparents would have cared, since they would love to just keep them forever - and THIS time, I had his phone number.

So, of course, we were on the phone until his battery died.

And so far I have only updated you an entire day more - at this rate it will take me a month! But I’m having a good time, so I guess you’ll have to suffer. ;)

I took this picture right before I left the second time, and trust me, I had the exact same goofy grin on my face.