Before we were married, before we were dating, and before we had even met in person, my husband used to start every day with an MSN message to me that said, “Do you know what day it is?”. He would then proceed to tell me what weird and wacky “national holiday” it was. Without that schtick, we would very likely not be where we are today. It was on Pi Day (March 14th) that we decided to go out for sushi together (the plan was to go as friends, at this point). Somehow talk about pizza pie and dessert pie turned into a conversation about how I had never tried sushi before. Thus, an honest to goodness plan about taking our friendship from the screen to the real world started to form.
Of course, there was also St. Patrick’s Day.
And then came March 22nd. National Goof-Off Day. A perfect excuse to throw caution to the wind and make this sushi-date thing happen (I never claimed to be a particularly responsible nineteen year old).
It was our first date….