and people say Neta and I are in a hurry...
from a Washington Post article on Victor MacFarlane, one of DC United's owners:
He met the woman who would become his wife, Thaderine, during a trip to New Orleans in 1982 to inspect a hotel where she worked as manager of the concierge desk.
"I was expecting Mr. MacFarlane to be this older Irish guy," Thaderine recalled with a laugh. Instead she met the 6-foot-6 MacFarlane. He asked her to lunch, but she declined because hotel policy forbade employees from dating guests.
"I'm not a guest. I own the hotel," the soft-spoken MacFarlane fibbed.
She agreed to lunch. Three months later, they were married.
(Read the whole article if you have time; he's really quite an interesting guy.)
He met the woman who would become his wife, Thaderine, during a trip to New Orleans in 1982 to inspect a hotel where she worked as manager of the concierge desk.
"I was expecting Mr. MacFarlane to be this older Irish guy," Thaderine recalled with a laugh. Instead she met the 6-foot-6 MacFarlane. He asked her to lunch, but she declined because hotel policy forbade employees from dating guests.
"I'm not a guest. I own the hotel," the soft-spoken MacFarlane fibbed.
She agreed to lunch. Three months later, they were married.
(Read the whole article if you have time; he's really quite an interesting guy.)
