The First Date

How It All Started

I will often show people this picture

and say this is why I married my husband.

Just my type of guy, tall, dark & handsome,

and he was Irish and nice!

The first time I met him, my heart

fluttered and I thought, how strange,

that never happened before.

We met at a college that is located

on top of a mountain overlooking

New York City.  So, New York

was our playground.

And then, we had our first date...

We had dinner at the infamous Wo-Hops

on Mott St. in New York's Chinatown.

Wo-Hop's is a 24 hour restaurant and

if you go at 4am, there will be a line. 

I have a long history with this place

but that is another story for another

time.  We ate downstairs, of course and

had lemon chicken, my favorite.

We then headed uptown to Joe Allen's on

restaurant row in the theatre district for drinks.

This place has been around almost my entire

life, it is a mainstay of the theatre district.

When we left Joe Allen's it was snowing

and we decided to go see the tree at

Rockefeller Center.  Somehow Rob

convinced the security guard to let us on

the ice at the closed rink.  And there we

were frolicking under the tree, in the snow.

Sometimes I think we had to get married,

just so we could tell this story for the

rest of our lives.  It was a perfect

New York date and I guess something

was right since it was 29 (!) years ago.

Now we have taken our kids to Wo-Hops

and 30 Rock and always smile when

we walk down restaurant row.

Happy Valentine's Day Mr. Wonderful,

you still make my heart flutter.