Two Big Car Crashes: Fate Was Trying to Tell Us Something

The Story of How We Met

We met mostly through encounters at the Renaissance Festival. All though the story of how we became friends and then fell in love was an adventure to say the least.

My first year at the festival I remember seeing Mike around at the workshops and thinking "He is so hott. I bet he is a total jerk." Mike then disappeared for nearly the entirety of the festival season. I made friends and had a great time. Then on the last weekend of the festival I heard rumblings that Mike was coming back, and he did.

Mike came back in full force, rallied all his troops and had a great weekend. Unfortunately for me, all Mike's troops were my friends. Of course in my head this hott guy had essentially just stolen all the friends I had spent the last 2 months acquiring. Instead of thinking that maybe since we had all the same taste in friends (and Mike was such a fox) that we probably would become great friends. No not me, I decided to be mad.

One more season of the Renaissance Fair went by and I held true to my ridiculous angst against Mike for being attractive, charming, and being friends with all my friends.

On my way to the Gig Harbor Fair I got in a major car wreck. My car was totaled. I was bruised and banged up. Since I was well on the other side of the state I called a friend in Seattle and had her come pick me up. She then drove me to the fair. It was pouring rain. I set up my wet tent, put my wet sleeping bag down, collected all my wet cloths and laid my battered self down to sleep.

I struggled an entire day at the fair. At 8:30pm that Saturday night I was laying in my less wet tent feeling sorry for myself and then I realized "what the hell am I doing! I am at a Renaissance Fair, surely there is a warmer dryer place around here, probably a place with food and drinks." So I put on my big lumberjack flannel shirt. I pulled my hair back into a scarf, took 2 Tylenol and set out for warmer dryer climate.

Much to no one's surprise I found Mike in the pub, laughing it up with my/our friends. I thought to myself "ok, fine this weekend has been awful enough as it is I might as well go make nice with this guy." Just then Mike motioned to me to come over there. He told me to sit on his lap, have a sip of this and tell him what was wrong.

I told him about the car wreck. He had been in a major car wreck that day as well (apparently not even being hit by a semi-truck will slow Mike down). We compared stories and injuries, laughed, and carried on far into the wee hours of the night. Now the handsome young barrel-chested Celt was talking to me. His beautiful blue eyes were looking at me. He was laughing at my jokes and listening to what I was really saying.

All it took for Mike and I to meet was 2 years, 2 major renaissance fairs, 2 bad car wrecks, a totaled Kia Spectra, both of us driving to the other side of the state, a pub, me giving up on my silly conclusions about men, a soaking wet tent, some understanding, sympathy, and a night of laughter.

                                                     --Meghan