Taking a little break from my little jaunt down memory road celebrating 15 years of marriage because we finally have the Corona virus in our house.
I was feeling proud of us having the nearly 3 year streak of not getting it. The masking up, social distancing, vaccines were proving to be effective. We had even managed to go on long airplane trips without getting it.
We're pretty sure we know who patient zero was. It was one of those moments where we let our guard down.
Fifteen years can really sneak up on a person. I can't believe Sal and I are already at this milestone. In my brain it still feels like we're sitting pretty around year eight or so.
I was looking for the oldest picture I have of Sal and I together. I know a couple exist when we were dating, but I apparently don't have any of them. Instead, I have this picture from our first wedding, in the back of Willikers in St. Charles, which is permanently closed because of mold.
Sal looks great for having literally gotten off a plane and getting married. I on the other hand took terrible advice and shaved my beard and look like a potato head.
It all started innocent enough. AOL Instant Messenger. (AIM)
We didn't want to go home yet, so picked one last destination to round out the week. We wanted to start heading back toward home, so it didn't leave a ton of options. It was basically Branson or Memphis.
We had both been through Memphis very quickly before, so we didn't necessarily need to stay for a long time, but we did want enough time to actually unpack our bags for once.
We stayed in a hotel called, "Arrive, Memphis." It was this very cool concept where they built the hotel in an old factory. And instead of the room having hard installed walls, there were walls on rollers everywhere in the room so you could sort of customize your layout.
