Song of the Day: Can't help falling in love

Ten years ago on this very day, the lovely not-then, but soon-to-be mrs. noternie and I had our first date. After a month and a half exchanging email to test the waters and wait for schedules to cooperate, we enjoyed drinks in the backroom of an Irish bar in Somerville while a lesbian played guitar and sang. Interesting mix, and I don't mean in the glass.

I'll save the really mushy sentiments for our private time together. It doesn't need to be shared here.

I will say this: the date wasn't the most significant moment. There might not have been one singular one. The emailing back and forth put us on our path. The first date just stomped the accelerator. (Va Va Va Voooom!!)