I think I’ve told this story before, but it’s worth repeating for the entertainment value at least. We were married 10 years ago this September, and I’ll never forget the events of that day – from the
smallest details to the big ones. Well, one of those details happens to involve cigars and my husband’s almost mad quest to get a hold of a certain brand to pass around at our wedding. Actually, it started the day before on the Friday when I suddenly realized he couldn’t be found and I had no idea where he had gone off to.
I later found out that he had travelled all the way to the next city to pick up a case of some specific brand of cigar (was it avo cigar he said?) that he said he wanted. I was not a happy
camper that day, let me tell you. Well, the cigars got passed around on the big day, and my husband had his one request satisfied. It also seemed to go over well enough with the wedding guests. And although he’s never openly admitted it to me, I have a sneaking suspicion that my husband feels a little sheepish about taking up so much time and effort in chasing down a box of cigars for one day’s enjoyment.