How We Met--An Account from Erika's Perspective

I was 18 years old and a senior in at Friendswood High School in Friendswood, TX. I had been at Mardis Gras in Galveston with my best friend Denise. We got an invite to a party in the oil fields in our hometown of Friendswood. When we showed up, there were some people we didn't know--which was rare. I recognized one (turned out to be Jeremy) and I knew his friend Adam.

Jeremy (who had been a grade ahead of me in school but was only four months older) and I ended up talking music, and sat in my truck listening to The Clash.

Later that evening, or in the early morning hours of the next day, Jeremy and his friends left the party to go home. Jeremy was driving a rental car--a Dodge pickup--because he'd wrecked his Honda Civic. He had too many beers on this particular night, and drove his rental through someone's front yard. All of my friends were out with their tractors and trucks trying to get his truck out of these people's yard. Needless to say, my friends were pretty angry that he'd driven through their neighbor's yard.

From what I understand, Jeremy's mom came in to wake him up for work the next day and she was as mad as a bull! She could tell he'd been up to no good in that truck. Jeremy didn't remember what had happened, but he says he remembered me.

I had a shaved head the year before. Jeremy couldn't remember my name. So, he asked his sister to look for the girl that had the shaved head and give her his number. As it turns out, Jamie knew me because she ate lunch with me every day!

Jeremy and I became friends fast and within a month, we were officially an item. The first time we spent time together, we had dinner at Hooters with Emily, stayed up late talking, then Emily and I picked him up the next morning to go get some huevos rancheros. Mmmmm . . . I miss huevos rancheros.

Emily has photos from our first days together. I need to get these from her and post them on here. Will do as soon as we go home . . . which means you have to give me a few months.