The Perfect Storm

We attempted a romantic dinner. The Elizabeth Restaurant was incredibly special (http://www.jjande.com/JJandE.com/Home.html) and one would think we had the makings of a perfect evening…

At least it ended with me sleeping in my own bed, and not on the bathroom floor, like the last night of our honeymoon when I woke up to an annulment my new husband had penned (he is an attorney, too!) on hotel stationery and slipped under the locked door.

We met in 1991—the year of the infamous “perfect storm”, a noreaster outside of Boston that inspired the book by Sebastian Junger and subsequent movie starring George Clooney and Mark Wahlberg.

What makes a perfect storm? Three significant ingredients led to the 1991 squall becoming so strong. The first was a low-pressure area southeast of Nova Scotia. The second was cool, dry air moving into the storm from the North. The third, adding fuel to the fire, was a dying hurricane, Grace, which delivered immeasurable tropical energy.

For us it is much simpler, take a high-pressure holiday, like Valentine’s Day, then add in two alpha personalities trying to make sure it all goes off without a hitch, and finally, stage it in some sort of expensive venue that’s bound to backfire. Forced romance is always doomed.

At least we’ve progressed and matured enough so that I am not making him pull the car over so I can get out and hide in the bushes until he gives up and goes away.

We woke up and all was forgiven this morning. In fact, that is probably the best thing to realize…there is always sunshine after rain.