The shortened version of the story goes something like this.......... 12 years ago when we were wee little pups at UT, I lived at a the Parapet, a Melrosish apartment complex near campus with a great big Magnolia tree in the middle courtyard. I came home one night to find some new neighbors had just moved in, and they were celebrating just a little too much. Some how I ended up down in the courtyard celebrating with them.
Several nights later I get knock at my door, and it's my new neighbor holding 2 Ziegenbock beers. A couple weeks later we went on our first date, on June 26, 1998, and the rest my friend is history......

We went out to celebrate this occasion, that we are still in it for the long haul, and that yes, we still happen to REALLY like each other. We decided to try out a little dive restaurant just around the corner from our new house on the lake. We snuggled up to the bar, ordered up two tall Ziegenbocks for good times sake,
and spent the rest of the evening gazing in eachother's eyes while the band played in the background and the drunk people danced.
It made us remember how one year we danced in the corner all night long during one of my work parties. And if you know me, I dont do dancing all night long, in the corner. If I remember correctly, that was also the night Ryan didn't quite make the window........and then proceeded to tell the car wash attendant the next day that his date puked in his car.
Good times, good times. We hope for twelve more twelves.












