Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
We found the rest of our lives there,
We finally found the rest of our lives.
Gosh, it was just twenty-eight years ago today that I met my wife. Seems like only twenty-seven …
I wrote this song a couple of years ago about our first meeting, just to commemorate it because we almost didn’t meet. It was one of those blind-date sitches where you agree on a certain location, a certain time, and we both misunderstood which street corner we had agreed on. I was catty-corner from her at the intersection of Cole and Carl Streets in San Francisco. After about twenty-five minutes I spotted this enraged woman on the opposite corner and said to myself, “I bet that’s her.”
We turned lemons into lemonade and spent two great hours talking at the Kezar Bar & Restaurant, which still exists. Some drinks helped smooth over our misunderstanding.
After that we made a big batch of lemonade and spent the next twenty-eight years together.
Happy anniversary, love.