Apparently, there are a couple of stories from back when Travis and I met and started dating that not everyone has heard yet. I realized this weekend that my grandpa missed them and have now realized that there are others that haven't heard them either. I figure this will cover the ground more quickly and efficiently for those who haven't' heard. As embarrassing as they are, they are pretty entertaining and they need to be told... :) They will help you understand why we are, well, the way we are.
Travis and I met country line dancing in November of 2007. But the "cute meet" part of the story goes a little something like this: Me, living in St. George. Trav, living out on the Buckhorn flat in Paragonah. We had a mutual friend, Jen, that was opening a country line dancing place at the Electric Theater in St. George. We both were asked to come help get everything set up that first night. Travis was going to help teach some basic line dances and swing dance moves and I was going to help by taking money at the door. Because of this we were supposed to arrive early and unfortunately for Travis he didn't know where this place was. I was already there and he called another mutual friend of ours, Jen's sister Heather, for directions.
She was having a lot of trouble trying to direct him to the Electric Theater. He was close and so I told her that I would go outside and wave and point to the building so he could find it. I told her to tell him, "Just look for the waving idiot." "Ok," she says, "you're close, just look for the waving idiot!" (THANKS) :) I was on my way back in and asked her who it was that she was on the phone with. (Travis and I didn't actually know each other at this point but I knew who he was. Everyone called him "Cowboy." He had a really good reputation in the "dancing circuit" and he was (is) HHHOOOOOOOOTTTT). When she told me who she was talking to all I wanted to do was HIDE! But Travis got there and came in and thanked me for helping him find the place and then he just kept hanging around me. (WHY?) (I was the waving idiot and I really couldn't have been THAT entertaining to talk to..) At any rate I left that night feeling pretty special because this really cute guy that EVERYONE wanted attention from was paying attention to me!
The next week he got my number (it was a Tuesday) and he mentioned that he was coming back down that weekend on Friday to go dancing at another place out in Washington and asked if I wanted to go. (I'm no dummy) Of course I wanted to go! :)
Friday comes around and I haven't heard from (and wasn't really sure who's turn it was follow up) so I sent him a text to see if he was still coming down. He said that he was and we decided to meet in Washington at the dance. (For those of you who know St George, I was living in Bloomington Hills.)
The dance wasn't supposed to start for over an hour and at the time I wasn't home (I needed every minute available to get ready!) So we left and headed home. (I had my roommates with me). My car was FULL of friends and I needed to stop and get some gas. Anyone else have a "routine" when you fuel up? There were other people, as I mentioned, in my car and so I just grabbed my whole wallet and got out to fuel up. But instead of getting back inside and waiting for the pump to finish I set my wallet down on my trunk and finished up outside. Once I was full I climbed back inside and drove off. (This was at the new Maverick station behind the mall on the back way into Washington).
Got home, got ready, feeling pretty good.. got in the car and started for Washington.
Now, the "arrangements" weren't exactly clear. I wasn't sure if this was an actual date and if I should anticipate needing to pay or not. I knew I had some cash but I wasn't sure how much so I started digging in my purse for my wallet so that I could check how much I had. If I needed to I could swing by an ATM. (Some of you may have figured out what happened next). I realized that I never put my wallet back in my purse after I got gas and when I drove away from the gas station my wallet was still on the trunk! DETOUR!!!!
I ran back over to the gas station and the attendant tells me that no one turned it in. So now there are two options, either it fell off right away or it stayed on for a while. If it fell off right away it was probably stolen. If it had stayed on (I have a spoiler on my trunk) then it probably wouldn't have fallen off till I was going faster. The road that the station was on isn't traveled much, especially at night, so I go for a jog... (Yes, seriously). After a little ways I find a dollar bill, a piece of my debit card and finally the actual wallet, random change and my drivers licence. (Thank goodness that that was still intact. Can't imagine trying to explain that one to a cop if I'd gotten pulled over). My debit card was destroyed and I was LATE.
Probably the most ridiculous phone call I've ever made... "Hey, remember me? The waving idiot? (one more point in my favor) I'm a scatterbrain!.. Will you pay for our date?" :) He was already planning on it, of course, and told me to stop worrying about it and just get there. We had a great night and the rest is history. Travis married "the waving idiot."
I sometimes wish that I had kept that wallet. It would have made a good conversation piece if we had framed it or put it out for display somehow! :)
Travis is trying to keep her from exploring through his legos! :) The solution was to set up a baracade of sorts but as you can see she still found a way to see what was going on />
