october 28, 1989

20 years ago I met my husband the first time. I was studying for college mid-terms on a Saturday night before Halloween (yeah, I partied HARD back then). I needed a break, so I headed down to the Brat Stop on I-94 in Kenosha, WI for some ice cream.

The Brat Stop was a one-stop shop for cheese curds and beer and if you were in a dancing mood, you could enjoy live music in the bar. 

I skimmed the shelves and to my surprise, no ice cream. How could a place that boasted of dairy products not have ice cream? Majorly bummed, I walked into the bar and ran into a friend who waitressed there. She told me to stay for the Halloween party. I wore no costume except for a cut off tie-dyed Jimi Hendrix T-shirt and those awful tapered pants that could make the skinniest girl look like she carried a hot air balloon for a butt.


The usual costumes walked by – a guy dressed as a devil, a woman dressed like a zebra, etc. Then I saw two men walk in. One guy was normal except he held a small alien that smoked and held a beer. The other was a dude in Beetlejuice clothing with baby powder in his hair.


They stood next to me and I said hello. The guy dressed like the devil passed by. Beetlejuice said, “That guy can go to HELL.” I laughed and he said, “Hey! Let’s dance. Later.” Then he walked away. I didn’t know if he meant that we should dance later or if that was his way of saying goodbye.


He came back and escorted me to the dance floor. The first song the band played was AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long.” I remember almost slipping on the baby powder falling from his hair. Instead of enjoying a nice quiet introduction, we yelled each other’s names. It went like this: 

The Band: “Yeah YOU! Shook me ALL NIGHT LONG.”

Him: “TIM!”
Me: “JIM?” I panicked because I broke up with a fiance of the same name.
Me: “TERRI!”
Him: “CARRIE?”
Me: “NO! TERRI!”
The Band: “And that was ‘You Shook Me ALL Night Long!’ And now here’s a little country song called ‘Rocky Top Tennessee'”.
Him: NO WAY! 

And we raced off the floor. The rest is Great Pumpkin history.



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