Our Wonderfully Terrible First Date

{On our first date, Señor Frog's Tijuana, March 15, 2001. Slightly inebriated.}

Today is the anniversary of our first date. It's crazy to think I've known Flavio for twelve years. I can only imagine what my parents feel like knowing they met in their teens and have spent more than half a century together. Amazing.

Our first date story is kind of hilarious (at least to us) and we spent some time reminiscing about this morning over breakfast.

Here's the wonderfully terrible story:

{The infamous Señor Frog's}

I wasn't quite 21 when we met, so we decided to head south of the border for dinner, dancing and drinks at Tijuana's finest fiesta spot, Señor Frog's. And drink I did. My classy 20-year-old self ordered a flaming cucaracha, and then dos cucarachas, and then tres, and...

{flaming cucarachas}

The rest of the night is a blur, except I vaguely remember dancing to "Shake Your Bon-Bon" and then vomiting cucarachas all over the front of Flavio's pristine Acura.

He got me home safely and the next morning I woke up with a headache and a shame like no other. Mortified, I was sure I'd never hear from him again, which was so upsetting because I knew I really liked him. But a little bit later he called to make sure I was okay. I apologized profusely for befouling his car, to which he kept saying he was very sorry I got sick and not to worry, he'd already cleaned the car. We went out to breakfast that morning and as they say, the rest is history.

We'll be celebrating our First Date Anniversary tonight with Mexican food and drinks. Maybe I'll order a flaming cucaracha and see what happens. :)