This week marked a celebratory moment.
This past Sunday, Olive and I celebrated our six months of marriage.
For better or for worse, we are together forever.
And I’m happy about that, so happy.
On Monday, Olive helped me ring in 1989.
And it’s 2014. The disparity is only 25 years.
Olive baked baby pumpkin pies, crocked up some shredded buffalo chicken, performed a magical act of constructing a Reese’s peanut butter ball, and oh yes, let’s not forget about that mouth watering queso.
The first guest that arrived was Kori. She spent the entire day with Olive.
The second guest, Morgan, entered wearing a bright red vest. Probably reminiscent of the latter days of burning red.
The third guest, Mr. Ben, ended up stripping down and borrowed my shirt that says: “Not a lot going on at the moment.” Guess he was feelin’ 22.
The fourth guest, Mrs. Lauren Carpenter. She didn’t know what to expect but her expectations were highly exceeded. She danced the night away.
The fifth guest, my big brother Chris. He came more for my wife’s food than for the music. He’s a traditionalist and this was a new experience for him. A first time, Taylor listening party experience.
The sixth guest, wild Stephanie. At this moment, the party was almost complete. Guests rushed to the table like vultures loading their plates with tummy-yummies. It was an imperfectly perfect moment. I like to watch everyone’s eyes light up when they experience Olive’s cooking.
After the eating marathon, the music began. By the second song, I began to muppet dance. Steph joined in. Then Lauren. Then Chris. It was a wild moment that will only happen once. The fan fiction story left Stephanie with the prize of her life, a 1989 album in hand. She’s ready for a new season and is ready for a new sound track. She’s ready to experience a new love!
The dance off to shake it off encouraged friends to shake it-shake it. The Polaroids transported people back to the 1980’s. My friends will never go out of style. Especially with twenty-second, shake-it-off, Polaroid memories.
But in the end, the music ignited the dancing, lit the hearts of listeners, and even opened the door for a romantic slow dance with my Olly. It felt like no one else was in the room as I stared into her blue eyes and we both chomped.
#1989
