Two years ago late yesterday I was headed to the fridge at a friend of my crazy-roommate's party to get yet another glass of the cheap chardonnay I had brought and there was a boy standing there.
He gallantly let me through to my wine so I rewarded him with some conversation. It became quickly apparent that he was wrong, wrong, wrong for me. Young. Married. In a baseball cap, for christ's sake.
Wow. We''ve had some interesting years, but these two probably beat 'em all to a pulp. You know, in a good way.