Our first meal

I can't believe I have a picture of the first meal I ever ate with my husband.

I had met him about an hour before this meal for the very first time. He showed up at my door in Berkeley after driving 7 hours to meet me face to face. I invited him in, tongue tied and nervous, and insisted that we have a glass of champagne to celebrate our first meeting, and to settle my nerves. He was nothing like I expected, which made me overjoyed and terrified.

He was pretty much a stranger to me at this point so I invited my friend to chaperone us to dinner. We went to Christopher's Burger in Oakland. My friend was late. We sat in a booth, looking at each other. He said to me, "You're really pretty." I replied, "I had no idea you were going to be you."

My friend showed up. We ordered cheese burgers, some with mushrooms, bacon, and avocado, and lots of fries. We barely ate a thing, not because the food wasn't good.

We've been together since the burgers and now we get to be married!