For those of you who don't know, Big T (Anthony's father) got us together! He used to frequent the office in which I worked and would not stop talking about 'his Anthony' and how he coaches football and how tall and handsome and how any woman would be lucky to have him. After years and years and countless interactions I finally said, "FINE! Who is your son?!" To which he replied, "Anthony Giordano". It started to click in my head as I was typing his name into Facebook but it didn't fully register until I saw his picture pop up on my 'friends' list. I said, "This guy is your son?" Big T replied, "That's My Anthony!" I don’t remember exactly but what I said next was something along the lines of, "Holy S***! GTFO! I know this guy! We went to St. Philips together!" Big T thought this was fantastic news and called Anthony right there on the spot; Anthony and I spoke on the phone (awkwardly) for a few moments and told each other we would catch up. You would think this is where I say "and the rest is history!" but not quite. For those of you who know Anthony, you know he's a busy dude. He was wayyyy too busy to hang and I was wayyyy too busy with school (and, let’s be honest, being antisocial) those first few months after our impromptu phone call to actually get a date nailed down to *re-meet*. There was always an assignment due/movie to watch or a bachelor party/fundraiser/football thing to attend. Then one night, after my move across town to East 7th, I was out to dinner with my folks when BOB (not Bob - BOB, my dad’s dad) said “Oh, the Giordano’s lived on East 6th I wonder if they’re still there” For those keeping track…Bob had been heavily involved in the school Anthony and I attended as kids so he knew the history of many families from town and I had just moved to East 7th in the same neighborhood, 1.5 blocks away from East 6th. Once Anthony and I figured this out we basically agreed no more excuses, it’s too crazy that we lived that close to each other at the time, and let’s just head down to the Harp and Bard for a quick drink. We met halfway between our two houses and walked down to the bar together. He walked me home that night – I think one or both of us fell up the stairs – gave each other a kiss goodnight and NOW …drumroll… The rest is history!