Randy and I were watching “The Newlywed Game,” testing each other as the contestants played. I remembered our wedding night, how my new husband told me that he wanted to make sure it was a night I would remember forever.
This is a dangerous thing to say to someone like me. Now, almost 15 years later, I decided to see if it was a night he remembered. After all, how could he be sure I remembered it if he didn’t?
Almost the only thing he remembered is what you’d expect him to recall. He also remembered the room number, and the fact that there was a second, smaller, bed in the room. The other details he forgot because, he said, he was too busy admiring my beauty.
I didn’t marry a dummy.
But then I questioned him about the movie we went to see before checking into the hotel. The correct answer? “A Walk in the Clouds.” His answer?
“I want to say ‘Jurassic Park.’”
Nice. So our wedding night reminds him of being attacked by dinosaurs.
Oh well, it could have been worse. He could have thought it was “While You Were Sleeping.”
