How I met my Rockstar

3 weeks today I will be marrying my rockstar.



I met Jer 5.5 years ago on June 7, 2003. It was the day before my 24th birthday, and I was piggybacking off my birthday twin's planned party. He's too good to me :)



So there I was at Fionn McCool's at Yonge/St Clair with the Ryerson gang (Cortney, Kevin, Jenn, Colin, Dan .. and others I cannot recall at this time). And all of a sudden the coolest dude walked in. He had spiked hair, tats, and looked way out of place. He was this guy ...



I watched him walk around and he stopped at our table. Why was this guy at our table? Well, he was friends with my birthday twin.

Dan: Alison, you know Jeremy, his younger brother is your age
Alison: Oh ya!! You're Ian's brother?
Jeremy: Ian who?
Alison: Ian Mc(Someone) (yes, I'm horrible! I can say his name but can't spell it)
Jeremy: No. I'm Mark Kelly's brother
Alison: Oh ya!! You played in the school band! You had a mullet!

Ok, I don't know if I said that last line but he did have a mullet.



At the end of the night, I decided I deserved a birthday smooch and so Jeremy was the lucky guy (sorry Dan). Everyone crashed at Kevin/Colin's place, and I gave Jer a ride home the next day as he lived near me. He told me how he was in a band and so that's how he got coined "Rockstar". Jer took me out for breakfast and I dropped him off at home.

Jeremy: Can I get your phone number?
Alison: sure, I guess.
Jeremy: Do you want mine?
Alison: Oh, ok, sure!

A week later, my phone rang, and low and behold, it's was "Rockstar". I haven't been able to shake him since :)

I end this post with some pics of us when we were young and weighed less. Good thing we have love :)

Notice the 2 layer beard? ya ... not cool



This was the year long stage Jer went into after I threw out his hair gel:





This is us in our first apartment with my furry alarm clock Pickles



21 days until we have some KILLER pics of the 2 of us :)