Bagelversary

August 19th is a significant date in the Pagan piazza.  It marks the date of our first date--the safe, mid-day, "let's meet for lunch, how about bagels?" non-date of two high school friends reunited after graduating from college.

Bagelversary.

22 year old Jenn wore a casual red skirt and white T-shirt, so as to look cute, but not like a woman who was interested in pursuing any type of romantic relationship.  She maintained the same, flippy, retro haircut that she had in high school.

22 year old Jon, wore a relaxed pair of jeans and collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  He maintained the same spiky and provoked haircut that he had in high school.

22 year old Jenn would never have admitted it, but she thought that 22 year old Jon looked super handsome and that he smelled really good.  They hugged, exchanged pleasantries, ordered food, prayed over food (an act that pleasantly surprised each of them), and then chatted for an hour or so about what they had been up to for the last four years.

And then they parted, agreeing to meet up (Jon, correct me if my memory is failing me) again later that night so that Jenn could attempt to hustle Jon at pool.

They did, in fact, meet up again, but Jenn did not hustle Jon at pool.  Frankly, both Jenn and Jon played terribly, but that's not the point.  The point is, they navigated through the safe, bagel lunch, then dinner, then three games of pool, AND a late night viewing (at Jenn's insistence) of The Royal Tennenbaums--the movie that she had watched multiple times in college and had taken with her overseas to watch when she missed hearing English.

And now we're married.  With a baby:)

Take that, Jenn who attempted to simultaneously date and yet not date 22 year old Jon on the first bagelversary.

Sometimes I think it would be fun to write letters to the Jenn and Jon of five years ago, giving them little glimpses into the future and extending some perspective.  Something with the poetic depth of Conan O'Brian's In the Year 2000 sketches, combined with Rilke's wittiness and comedic timing.

Maybe for another post.