One of our earliest photos together (1996) in Honolulu at the Luana Hills Country Club breakfast buffet. Roy wore ratty concert t-shirts, sported a goatee and drove a motorcycle. I wore (clearly) sweater vests and collared shirts. The free-spirit LA boy meets small town geeky golfer...I bet EVERYONE thought it would last!!!
Less than a year after we met, in 1997, we tied the knot in Keauhou, Kona (yes, yes...I'm already chubbier). Though we were both way too young and naive to know what we were doing, the big man upstairs was looking out for us!
A few months after we wed, we moved to Japan for three years. Don't be fooled, my adoring gaze is hiding the fact that because of the war (What war? These are my memories damnit, there's no need for specifics!) I was forced to become a cheap geisha that Roy pimped out so we could buy extra rations of rice on the black market to feed our six young kids.
Tonight the parents are watching Rizzle Fizzle so we can eat at Kona Brewing Company, brewer of the finest craft beers in not just the islands, but the world! ;-) Happy 12th, Roy Meister!
Update: Since we just bought identical new backpacks for our upcoming trip, we agreed not to give each other presents this year. Nonetheless, I hinted very strongly that a card would still be appreciated, as a result, I just received a folded piece of white paper with the following written in thick black Sharpie pen- "Roses are red, violents are blue. You're better than a kangaroo. Love -R"
I take back all the nice things I've ever said about him. We're never gonna last.