I was curious as to how my parents met. I asked my mom first. She told the story in a casual tone, “One night, I went out with Julie to Moonlighting. It was a bar in the old Belle Promenade Mall. It’s ain’t there no more. It’s where the Walmart is now on Barataria. It was two-for-two Long Island Night. I was with a bunch of my guy friends and your daddy was trying to talk to me. But I didn’t like him. He went and ordered a seafood appetizer, but I didn’t eat it. And Daddy wanted to know why I was with that thing.” I was confused, “Uhm thing? What thing?”
She said, “My friend Rhet. He kinds of reminds me of Hill. He had long, curly brown hair. Then I just kept seeing your daddy all over the place. Every time I went out, he was there. I didn’t like him, but he took me out on a couple of dates and then he grew on me. That’s how we met.”
My dad told me a similar story, “Moonlighting was a local place. I saw her with all her guy work friends. I went and bought the cheapest appetizer they had on the menu. While the guys were all smakin’ down eatin’ the appetizer I went and talk to her.” I was wondering if my dad knew that my mom didn’t initially like him that night so I asked, “Did she like you?”
“Well yeah, I mean, I assumed she like me. She was talking to me that night and I took her out.”
So my parents basically met at a non-existing bar Moonlighting in the equivalent of an Applebee’s in the Old Belle Promenade Mall on a Tuesday night. My mom was still living with her mom and dad on Belle Terre, and my dad was living on August Lane. Love is a peculiar thing, and it pairs up peculiar people.