Dori and Greg introduced my parents on a blind date in 1973. Dori was my mom's college roommate and Greg was my dad's BFF since kindergarten at St. Vincent de Paul where they met in 1953. D and G are basically my aunt and uncle and I love them very much.
I don't want to get all kinds of sappy, but every once in a while, some random friend will introduce you to someone and all of a sudden, your world flips.
I remember Zoe's first day at work, where I begged and begged for them to hire a girl and when they finally did, took one look at Zo and was all, "Oh, Prom Queen'll last 4 minutes."
I remember Brigham introducing me to Leubitz at that gay breakfast, and Bitz, rightly so, wanted nothing to do with me. But weeks later, he introduced me to Devine. Devine! My sun fucking rises and sets with Brian Devine.
And then one day, I got an e-mail from this chick who 's friend told her to get in touch with me. Oh, terrific. Another blogger who wants to talk about litter. So because I'm an attention whore and hate an empty room, I invited said chick to my birthday.
It was pouring rain. The bar was across town and packed with strangers. I was so drunk, I may have peed on a pool table. And in walked Melissa.
Melissa Griffin, as you might know, is now my closest friend. In fact, we now regard ourselves as wed. I have never had a friend like this friend, who then introduced me to Cyn and Vansmack and X and Jen and Pooj and Art and Tara and Andre and loads of people I now love. I could not be more grateful for Mel.
So, back to my point.
Clemens is the one who told Mel to e-mail me.
Because he's a very sweet and smart guy who occasionaly glances at my blog, invites me to cocktails, is nice to my dad and when I asked him for resume advice, actually revamped the whole thing and acted like it was no big deal.
Uh, J'adore Clemenza.
No really. I mean it.
Plus, you know, he introduced me to my wife...