How did you meet your spouse? College? Blind-Date? The Internet?
Can you imagine meeting the father of your one-day children while wearing a platinum Orphan-Annie wig? When you look like me? (see Jewess in banner above) When you’re awkwardly and frenetically tap-dancing your way through Anything Goes? Picture a younger, less-talented Carol Channing, rocketing off the Bernini’ Brothers’ stage in A Thoroughly Modern Millie. Never seen it? Never wanted to? Same with Husband. Razzzberrrries.
Oh, I played it cool. Hey look at me all toy-poodle in a human dog show! Like my self-confidence? Oh, I can hang in the pit and chat-it up with the musicians in a Greatest American Hero skull-cap-o-curls, no problemo. Nothing to see here—just your average twenty-something, flirting in a completely average twenty-something dating scenario. See me flying up in the air? Just lindy hoppin’…nothing to see here. What’s your name? Tell me after I jump through this hoop? THAAAANNNkkkkkksss.
Oh, and every third night I got to don a SIZZLIN’ babushka with my home girls in Anatevka (Fiddler On The Roof). Go grapevine- Go grapevine-Go! Tell me that didn’t do wonders for my vanity. Could someone tie my headscarf an eensy bit tighter? Awesome. Husband could barely keep his eyes on the page during Tevye’s dream sequence, as I crawled across the floor, clad in a shroud making ghosty-noises. Nothing sexier than sportin’ a shmate (rag).
He did pass notes backstage from the pit, threatening Perchik; Hodel’s Mine…but I hear Chava’s hot for revolutionaries. Tevye’s wrath didn’t intimidate Husband. Guess he’d had enough of Tevye’s substantial foot-odor and snoring back at the guy’s cabin. In fact Tevye agreed to keep his Chuck Taylor’s outside cabin door. We’re talking foot ODOR.
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Love the “how we met” story. I can imagine how embarrassed you might have felt, but lucky for you, you got to crawl across the floor. I bet he had quite a tent going on during that seen and the only reason he passed the note was because he didn’t want you to know how turned on he was.
Greatest American Hero skull-cap-o-curls—love it.
I love the “how we met” stories, and I can honestly say I’ve never heard one like that before. LOVED it 🙂
my ex and I met in a play about alcoholics in an aa meeting on new year’ eve. How fitting he would end the whole marriage by falling off the wagon after 17 years
At least you know that if he can love you through that cap-o-curls he’ll love you through anything.
True a la Domestic Goddess! He’s seen it all! And, he still loved ya!
I just love that movie!
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Stunning, funny, quirky, weird! This story is all of those things, and I’d bet so was the wig! Fabulous, Ann x
Hodel! Oh Hodel! Have I gotta match for you! He’s handsome, he’s young. . . alright he’s 62! But he’s a nice man, a good catch. . .true? True!
Ya musta hoid wrong gramma it’s not Mohtel…Zeitel if you’ll marry me…I am having a big Fiddler flashback..(totally spelled the names wrong) You are a hoot! No wonder he loves you! I looked my absolute worst once at a Halloween party and scored the hottest Dane EVER. Not exactly true love, but what’s love got to do with it?
I truly love this post.
Ah.. romance. Funny post.
Love your “how we met” story! And I love all those shows you were in!
My daughter was Fruma Sarah in Fiddler when she was a freshman in high school. “PEARLS, PEARLS, PEARLS, PEARLS!”
I met John on the internet! I have it here somewhere.
Met my ex in a bar called Central Park… in Wayne, PA… he was the best friend of my best friend’s boyfriend (eventually her husband)
LOL – love it! I met DH in college. He asked me out, i told him i had to write a paper. I ended up going out with him. We broke up at least 10 times, spent a year apart after graduation and couldn’t live without each other – married 13 years now!
awesome! Fiddler rocks, nothing sexier, lol
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much more interesting than your usual boy met girl in bar story I have to tell when the kids ask.
Hmmm … I’m totally lost on this post. It could be because it’s 4am though.
blessings!
I’m having Fiddler flashbacks as well. So is this from the “actor-turned” days? There MUST be more blog material from those days..
Well . . . where to begin. We both live in Wisconsin, we both have a funny bone, we both make fools of ourselves – , oops, I mean perform – on stage in wigs of colors that don’t quite go with our ethnicity, and
this is my favorite . . .
we have circus longings in our blood!
Some day I’ll have to tell you the story of actually standing up in the middle of the circus act (visiting our small town) begging (in front of the WHOLE small town) to go with them. (music – Good-bye Cruel World!). My husband and kids didn’t see the humor. Of course, now he’s my X husband . . . maybe he should have laughed.
Judith
aka the MAD Goddess