Today was like any other Monday. The search for a restaurant open on a Monday. I'm sure you can relate to that quandary. Mondays are usually the day restaurants close. What made this Monday different was that it was 35 years ago we were married.
It was at Anaheim Japanese Free Methodist, Pastor Carl Yoshimine performed the ceremony. It rained the night before so there was a possibility of moving the outdoor tables inside. The weather cleared up and sun shined warmly. It was Todd Sakata's first official catering job as the food was memorable even to this day. Gayle's Sunday school class helped serve. I ended up embarrassing Gerry Shiozaki in the garter belt presentation as the most eligible bachelor.
We at times wonder about our marriage. During marriage counseling, Pastor Carl had us take personality tests to indicate our compatibility. He never did let us see the results. She came from a family that tragically lost their dad at an early age, their mom was in ill health and could barely walk her down the aisle. We were in the later stages of turmoil as her brother had eloped a few weeks before and would have been fodder for a Korean soap opera.
Of course, my side was no different, providing enough material for a sequel. I came from a divorced family where I never really understood how dysfunctional my family life was and how it affected me until I was married. To this day, there are thankfully fewer remnants of that dysfunction in my being. Or I try to convince myself.
Our claim to longevity is that we both thank each other for putting up with each other and our foibles. But only after complaining about the other, of course. We argue as to who sacrificed more, Gayle or myself and for some reason, I always lose.
It was a scrumptious quiet Wagyu dinner at Wadatsumi, followed up with ice cream at Kansha. Then home to doze off during final Jeopardy. May she put up with me another 35.
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