Happy Anniversary!

Saturday, Friday the 13th marked the one year anniversary of when we met.  It was a beautiful day and we headed over the Golden Gate Bridge to one of our favorite restaurants, The Buckeye Roadhouse, which is where we had one of our milestone dates.  I was sick that day and whiny.  Dean tried to entertain me with sports stories, but I pouted instead, “We have nothing in common!”  He disagreed and made me change my mind, considering he spent the rest of the day nursing me back to health at home.  We spent the rest of our anniversary playing tourists in San Francisco, having people snap our picture at the Palace of Fine Arts and the crookedest street Lombard.

Here is the story of how we met from both of our perspectives.  I pulled it from our wedding website.

A lifetime of anniversaries more to go!

He said:

We met in a neighborhood wine bar, Amelie. Two wine lovers loving wine and each other’s company.

A perfect blend of mood lighting, rosy sparkle and long, long legs – the vino wasn’t too shabby either.

It was the day before Valentines Day and good fortune would shine on me as we did each other. Catherine would agree to meet again in 24-hours time.

Good luck getting a reservation!

Yet, we walked into MoMo’s, where the maître d‘ strode us across the room to their best banquet, ribbed with tall clamshell cushions and soft candle glow… necks crained, backs strained to bare witness an effortless smile shared by two beautiful people beginning a life together – forever.

As if to say, “I’d marry her all over again!”

Love, Dean

She said:

Who knew that I’d meet my future husband on Friday the 13th?

I met Dean at Amelie wine bar on Polk Street in Russian Hill.  He was next to the bar when I walked in and asked to buy me a drink.  Dean kept me entertained with stories, making me laugh all night long.  So much so that we ended up getting pizza at 2am.

He asked if he could take me out for Valentine’s dinner the next night.  I laughed because I thought it was so weird to meet someone on Friday the 13th and even stranger to have a first date on Valentine’s.  Single people hate the contrived heart holiday.  But Dean promptly called the next morning to schedule a plan and continued calling every day after that!

We were engaged three months later while drinking champagne overlooking the city on the top of Nob Hill.

Love, Catherine