One Song

On the last weekend of summer vacation before I started my senior year of high school, there was a party. It was at the house of a friend of a friend's coworker, some guy we didn't know. We all piled into our cars and caravanned (that's how we rolled back then) to one of the richer neighborhoods in town. As we pulled up we saw a group of annoyingly preppy kids hanging outside.

Dressed in our Metallica t-shirts and leather jackets, we got out of our cars and had a little group meeting. A unanimous decision was made to skip the party, and find some other way to spend the last Friday before school. As we all started to get back into our cars, we heard the band start playing. From inside the house we heard somebody doing a wicked version of Stevie's Pride & Joy. Being that we all loved Stevie Ray Vaughan, and the band was just to killer to pass up, we changed our minds and quickly headed for the house.

We made our way through the house, ignoring all the preppy kids, searching for the band. Low & behold, there they where. The guy singing and playing guitar was my ultimate fantasy realized. Everything I looked for in a guy. Dark hair, dark eyes, and an intoxicating smile. The fact that he was rippin on the guitar like he was Stevie incarnate, just about knocked me on my ass.

When he finished the song, he leaned into the mic and asked, "How's everybody doing tonight?". In my best groupie chick shriek I yelled "Fine!". The guitar playing babe, leaned back into the Mic , looked straight at me, and said, "Lookin pretty fine too'". One of my friends turned to me and asked "is he picking up on you?" With a puzzled look, I said "I think so".

During a break, the guitar playing babe, followed me outside and without saying a word sat down next to me. He looked at me for a long moment, without saying anything, then looked at his friend and said, "I think I just met the girl I'm going to marry". We flirted the rest of the night , then exchanged numbers. We kept in touch on the phone for a little while, but eventually lost touch.

About a year later, I happened across his phone number, and called him. I left a message, not sure if he'd even remember me. It took about two minutes for my phone to ring, it was the guitar playing babe. I asked if he remembered me. He laughed and said, "I only know one Meghan".

The guitar playing babe and I have been together for twelve years now, 8 of which we've been married. We have two beautiful children, who are every bit as talented as their daddy. Goosebumps fill every inch of my body to this day when I hear Stevie OR my husband singing Pride & Joy. I'll never forget how hearing that one song in that one moment changed my whole life.