About Us
Here you can read about the "how we met" stuff and we'll throw in pirates and some sort of madcap caper to keep it interesting.
The picture at left is from the very first day we met. We are part of the new generation of those that met spacing out in cyberspace. In our case, it was through match.com so expect to see us on one of those khaki pants wearing, hired actor looking "we just fell in love" commercials as soon as the company recognizes our star potential.
First date from Lisa's perspective:
Our first date lasted nine hours. Which is a personal first date record for me. We met at Pho Saigon in midtown Houston. I was a little nervous that I wouldn't recognize him, but as soon as I walked through the door all 6'5" of him leapt out at me with the biggest smile I had ever seen. He then swept me over to our table where we did the safe "let's just order coffee" thing and started with Cafe Sua Da. Then he started showing me book after book of all his amazing artwork and I was blown away by how good he is. A lot of guys will say they are artists, but few are actually any good. Impressed I was mightily.
Jacked up on caffeine, we chatted to the point of starvation and moved on to feeding. The mutual love of pho was revealed and an auspicious start was made. Edmundo then asked me to go to the MFAH to see an impressionist exhibit. What's not to love about that? Then he invited me to take the light rail to downtown for sushi. There were a few interesting drunks on that ride that wanted to be our best friend and they sure were for about 5 minutes. But, our time spent on the patio of the sushi spot was more fun and gave us a chance to stare dreamily into each other's eyes and...OK for the sake of badly affecting your gag reflex, I'll skip over the mushy parts.
Second date:
Now for the fun pirate stuff! On our second date he tried to impress me by taking me to eat Ethiopian food. Of course I already have a firmly established love of that cuisine and he was slightly disappointed that he wasn't introducing me to something new, yet impressed that I had gone down that dark alley of spicy yumminess before. (Side note: For great Ethiopian go to Addisaba behind Sharpstown Mall. A little bit of a scary looking location but 100x better than Blue Nile and really great peeps.)
Oh yes, back to the pirates. So I decided to take him by my friend Mark's old studio to show him some sculpture or some such artsy thing that I thought was cool at the time. Granted, most starving artist studios are located in sketchy warehouse districts, but no big deal...usually. This night was special in so many ways though!
As I'm giddily sharing some silly part of my background with him he suddenly goes from happy smiley to slamming on breaks screaming "F%$& No!" A little taken aback I look up and see a car has sped past us, slammed on its breaks and at least two guys jump out of the car and start walking towards us. Their expressions did not make me think they just wanted to chit chat about joining the church of Scientology -- although also a scary prospect. Edmundo has already done a 180 and hit the gas hard whilst I am still wide-eyed, taking all of this in. As we pass the first intersection, we see another car speeding very fast towards our former location. It was immediately clear that they were planning to cut us off from behind and car jack us. I start throwing instructions on how to get back to the freeway as fast as I can until we finally escape from Jacked Up Alley.
The end result of this story is that we discovered on just the second date how well we work together in a crisis situation. Perfect!
"What about the madcap caper?" you ask. Well, I guess you better just show up to the wedding and help us write that story.