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Monday, June 6   >>

2 YEARS AGO, IN A BAND BANQUET NOT SO FAR AWAY

On this day 2 years ago, I was at the high school band banquet eyeing (of all people) the drum major. She had this floral dress on that just looked great on her. In the midst of so much nerd, she stuck out because, well, she was supremely hot. Hot nerds = very rare.

That night, I danced with her. We had been used to dancing with each other, for that entire year I had asked her out to all the formal dances, and she had asked me to her senior prom. I was a lucky junior.

We danced until we were told to stop. No, I'm serious. We danced, even as the DJ was packing up his things. Essentially, we were the only ones on the dance floor, dancing to no music, while people on their way out were probably thinking, "I think they're deaf."

Since she was ready for college (and me my senior year), we thought it was our last dance.

Fortunately, it wasn't. I had the courage to ask her out. Where that courage came from, no one knows. We've been dancing ever since.

You know her here as The Girlfriend.

To me, she's Sidney. And she's changed me, immensely.

I love ya, Sid.