Thursday, March 17, 2011
Old Days, Part 3
Gregg & I met in the autumn of 1989. Around the holidays, I had to attend a formal charity event with my work (in Public Finance, at the time), and he didn’t want to rent a tux – so I told him I would have to invite someone who would respect the dress code. He changed his mind, rented a tux, and he looked so handsome that I saw lots of women checking him out…meanwhile, I couldn’t afford to buy a formal gown, so I wore a 1960s cocktail dress that belonged to my mother. It was perfect for the occasion, and I enjoyed wearing it.
We went to the coast with friends, and rented a house at Kalaloch.
Gregg took me on his annual camping trip to Lake Chelan with his friends (I do believe that’s our friend [and insurance agent], playing fake guitar). Gregg looks as if he’s had a lot of sun, and perhaps just a few beers.
The “Chelan Crowd.” I'm in the balloon-like purple shorts.
Take a good look – this may be the only photo you will ever see of me camping!
Dressing up for Luau Night was always a crazy-fun part of the camping trip.
Gregg on the left, cousin Kim on the right and ?? in the middle, about to jump off a 20-foot cliff into Lake Chelan. No one was hurt; they did this every year (we had 3 occupational therapists in the boat, all reminding the guys NOT to dive, & of the danger of head injuries).
Flash forward: married for three years, we’re on our way to Gregg’s 20th high school reunion in 1994 (and I’m in the first weeks of pregnancy with Katie).