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More Memories of No. Cal

Monday Jul 26, 2004

As 2002 came to a close I found I had developed a small but strong group of friends. Ari, who eventually became my roommate, was picked up as a free agent at a gathering entitled, "Jewish Newcomers." Though I thought he was in his mid thirties when we started talking on the elevator ride to the event I soon found out we were the exact same age and ripe for friendship...man that sounds ridiculous. Also at this event I was first introduced to Tamra who I was supposed to meet as we shared a mutual friend (shared a mutual friend sounds redundant).

Having no plans for the holiday myself, Gabe and the Drucker clan invited me to join them in Seattle for the annual celebration of the birth of Jesus, aka Christmas. After amazing meal after amazing meal, thousands of gifts, tons of movies, an amazing flight in a tiny prop plane flown by Mr. Elliot Drucker, a spiritual Christmas show (note: much much better than the Hannukah show I would see a year later in Phoenix), and a Seattle Supersonics game, I flew back to SF. A few days later Michelle joined Ari and I for the celebration of 2003's birth, and then Gabe arrived to join us in the viewing of the game of the century, Miami v. Ohio State Fiesta Bowl. Assuming that Ohio State would be crushed by the thought to be superior Hurricanes, we created a game that entailed consuming alcohol if the Buckeyes did things right. For example, every first down, every turnover, etc. The best rule though was anytime they showed a highlight featuring a Northwestern athlete being schooled by a Buckeye one would have to drink for the duration of the highlight. If you are familiar with this national championship game then you can probably guess how things turned out in my family room.

A few weeks later a friend of my brother Adam who I had been in touch with via phone became a permanant fixture in our lives. Eric, aka Young Rico, Rico, Richard, and Scoobaleedoo, and I clicked right away. After countless outings and a superbowl party he cemented his presence in our SF lives and the crew it was a growing!

Still to come...Dating or rather trying to, music, Love, and more....