Three and a half years ago, I met the love of my life...he is my BFF and he looks dam good without a shirt on, so I married him. It was pretty much that simple. That's the key to a good marriage kids, find a hot one and make him buy you jewelry. Done and done.
However, someone upstairs must be having a hay day because everyplace that has been important to our relationship is gone.
We met at Little Woodrows on West Alabama. Demolished.
We fell in love while I lived in this crappy white house with Natalie. Un-liveable and for sale (foreclosure!).
We got engaged at Brennan's. Burned down.
We got married at the Majestic Metro. Burned. (still standing, but burned).
And today on our run, we discovered that the first house we lived in together was demolished.
I wouldn't be friends with us if I were you.