The first night I met Kim, I was walking out of the Roadhouse Pub and recognized two of her roommates that I'd met before, so I went over to say hello before I left. Sitting with them was this absolutely stunning woman who turned out to be their other roommate, the one who I'd heard all about but had yet to meet, and I must say...she lived up to the expectations. Every once in a while you meet someone who you just click with right from the get go, and with Kimber I felt that right away, hell I even messaged her roommate Lizzie about how awesome she was while walking home that night. While I knew that I was into Kim from the beginning, I sadly only have a couple memories with her, which is mostly my fault because I can be a little bit of a dumbass tool bag from time to time, but regardless, here is the story of one of my favorite nights at the Pub.
It was a Sunday night and the plan was to watch Mad Men with my roommates when I suddenly get a text from Lizzie to come over to the Pub and hang out. I thought what the hell, I'll go grab a drink then I can just catch the replay at 11:00, no biggie. Little did I know that I would be closing down the bar that night. When I arrived Lizzie was there with her roommates and a group of guys who they knew and they were all hanging around, playing some pool. They just happened to be finishing up a game when I grabbed my drink and Kim needed a partner, so going along with my motto of the night I said "what the hell" and grabbed a pool cue. I'm not that great at pool and neither was she, but sometimes the universe just wants two people to hang out together, and that night the universe made sure that we went on a win streak that lasted pretty much all night.
During the games we got to know each other quite well, especially when it came to our crazy Polish families. I honestly had no idea anyone else on the planet would have the same traditions that my family does, but hers did, and there was something incredibly sexy about that. My Dzia Dzia always told me about finding a "good Polish girl" and while I know some girls with Polish backgrounds, it wasn't until I met Kim that I knew what he meant, and I have to say...the old man knew what he was talking about. This girl was incredible. After a while her roommates and the guys were all leaving, but that night was the release party for Bell's summer beer called Oberon and they were tapping the keg at midnight, so we decided to stay. I had to be at middle school at 8AM the next morning but I didn't even care, it never crossed my mind to leave this girl, especially when we were going to share a keg of some fantastic beer.
The night wound down and we had to head home, luckily home was a block away from the bar and our apartments were two doors down from each other. When we got back to the apartments, we lingered in the stairwell, me knowing full well that there was no way I was letting this night end without my lips upon hers. We chatted about Polish words that we knew and I intentionally left the last phrase, the phrase I'd been wanting to use all night, until the last moment before we parted ways. "Daj mi buzi" or in English, kiss me. And we kissed.
I wish there was more to that story...but that's life, and this memory, for me at least, will be a lasting one.
-Andrew
Friday, May 11, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Scott McCormick
Scott is one of the first people that I met when I moved into my family's new house in second grade, and he and I have been buds ever since. He was a neighborhood kid so we had the same bus, we had several classes together in elementary school, middle school, high school, and even college, so it suffices to say that I've known this kid for a while and there are plenty of memories for me to choose from. Luckily, there was one day that I still remember vividly for how hilarious it was, so that's the one I'll go with.
During our junior year of high school, I was in the same English class as Scott with a teacher named Mr. Pajak. Mr. Pajak was this big guy with a low voice who loved U2, played the drums in a band with some other teachers, and was in the end, kind of a dorky dude. All good teachers tend to be a little bit on the nerdy side, so I'm not knocking him for it, but this fact made his actions all the more amusing in this story. We're in class and there's a fundraiser going on in the cafeteria, so Mr. Pajak comes over to give us a $20 to take down and buy whatever they were selling. As he's walking over he takes the bill out of his wallet, is about to hand it to us with two hands for some reason, then all of the sudden rips it in half. He didn't just tear it a little, he ripped the $20 bill completely in half without any intention to do so, and Scott and I burst out laughing. I can't remember any other time where I was nearly crying from laughter at the expense of a teacher...it was just one of the greatest things I'd witnessed. Scott and I would often joke about Pajak's mannerisms and what not, but that one moment will always define that class for me.
I've always liked Scott, and there really are too many things I could say about the years I've known him, so I'll make it simple. He's a cool dude who has eccentricities that always made him a fun guy to be around, and I'm sure that if I don't see him again now that college has come to a close, that he'll meet more people who think he's awesome and have decade-plus friendships for the rest of his life.
-Andrew
During our junior year of high school, I was in the same English class as Scott with a teacher named Mr. Pajak. Mr. Pajak was this big guy with a low voice who loved U2, played the drums in a band with some other teachers, and was in the end, kind of a dorky dude. All good teachers tend to be a little bit on the nerdy side, so I'm not knocking him for it, but this fact made his actions all the more amusing in this story. We're in class and there's a fundraiser going on in the cafeteria, so Mr. Pajak comes over to give us a $20 to take down and buy whatever they were selling. As he's walking over he takes the bill out of his wallet, is about to hand it to us with two hands for some reason, then all of the sudden rips it in half. He didn't just tear it a little, he ripped the $20 bill completely in half without any intention to do so, and Scott and I burst out laughing. I can't remember any other time where I was nearly crying from laughter at the expense of a teacher...it was just one of the greatest things I'd witnessed. Scott and I would often joke about Pajak's mannerisms and what not, but that one moment will always define that class for me.
I've always liked Scott, and there really are too many things I could say about the years I've known him, so I'll make it simple. He's a cool dude who has eccentricities that always made him a fun guy to be around, and I'm sure that if I don't see him again now that college has come to a close, that he'll meet more people who think he's awesome and have decade-plus friendships for the rest of his life.
-Andrew
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