One of my fondest and clearest memories of my husband resides back in 1997.
On a crisp, cold week night at a time usually reserved for sleep or getting ready for finals, we decided to sneak out to our most favorite bar/club/hangout/dance floor of all times - the renowned and dearly missed Roxy. I distinctly remember going out in my sweats and sneakers (something usually unheard of me at age 20), and that it was an 80's night. Being a kid back then makes you remember how badly you aspired to not be a kid then, and the most significant flashback obviously comes through its "music". Rebellious, fashion-backward, agressive but hearty songs of an era so well defined by its distinctive culture that is almost universal in each society that embraced it.
That night was a night I danced my heart out. I jumped up and down so many times that I had blisters in my soles for a week. I laughed so hard that my cheeks hurt when talking the next morning. I had so much fun spinning and dancing in the arms of my then boyfriend that I fell soo deeply in love...To this day and rolling, it's been one of the most thrilling moments of my life.
Him? A cracked front tooth from a beer bottle accident, a newly discovered talent for spin dancing, a much raised spirit and a loving wife for life. What more could one ask for?