A beginning

April Fool’s Day isn’t exactly sentimental for most people, but I always kinda look forward to it.  It isn’t like Christmas or the Fourth of July, obviously, but it is a special day for me because an AFD prank is the reason why I’m married to my husband.  We both count AFD as the beginning of our relationship.

Stu and I had become friends a bit inadvertently through a mutual friend, Chip, whose life was way more complicated than ours…  he had high maintenance girlfriends and troublesome roommates, and always managed to make plans with us to only back out.  So Stu and I found ourselves thrown together more and more.  Turns out, we had great times together and laughed a lot.  He was my best friend.  That semester I audited a pottery class at the community college where Stu was taking classes part-time, so we would park next to one another and say that our cars were on dates.  If our classes ended at the same time, we would lean up against our cars and talk for an hour in the light of the street lamps.  Yeah, I realize that it should have been more obvious to us that we were interested in one another, but we both seemed to enjoy just being friends.

I’m not sure who came up with the plan to prank Chip for AFD.  But one night, over dinner of steak and cheese sandwiches, Stu and I formulated an elaborate plan to get back at Chip for always ditching us.  Stu was to tell Chip that he had professed his love for me, but that I had turned him down.  Meanwhile, I was to tell Chip how awkward the declaration had been and seek his advice in moving forward.  Poor Chip was in the middle of an estrangement for a relationship that didn’t even exist.  At the height of our deception, Stu and I would call Chip from our separate cell phones while at dinner together, forcing Chip to click from one call to the other as we both complained about our situation.  It was all we could do to not blow our cover.  This went on for at least a week, a remarkable feet considering how terrible I am at keeping secrets.

Finally, on AFD, we constructed a big reveal.  I had complained that I couldn’t possibly see Stu for the awkwardness, and Stu, being as lovesick as he was, couldn’t see me without pain.  So we “accidentally” ran into one another in Chip’s classroom after school on April 1.  He looked positively stricken at the embarrassment.   Once we were all in the same room together, it wasn’t long before Stu and I were grinning at our victory and shouting “April Fools!”   I’ve never seen Chip so mad as he was when he realized that we’d been scheming behind his back for all those days while he had played supportive friend to the both of us–and rarely had I been so delighted with the wickedness I’d done.

It turns out the joke was on us!  By May, Stu quit his job so he could help me with the prom, winning major points with me (not so much with his managers at JC Penney).  By June, we were dating.  By July, I was convinced I would spend the rest of my life with him.  We were married a little over a year later.

A story about a beginning seems a great place to start with this blog.  I have been itching to spend my time doing something creative, but without the commitment of a project like NaNoWriMo.  My dad has inspired me with his blog journey, too… and he won’t call himself a writer.  So I’m planning to blog five days a week for the month of April, to see where that beginning takes me.  If nothing else, it will be a chance for me to share some of the craziness and loveliness of my life.