Once upon a time, there were two people working at a marketing startup in Austin. It was a 95 degree spring day when she walked into the office wearing brown pants, brown boots, a long sleeve brown shirt, and a brown down vest topping it all off. This girl is not from Texas. They briefly discussed Keenan's name and further discussed her lack of knowledge surrounding the head coach of the Stanley Cup winning New York Rangers of 1994. Impressions? She seems to have extremely red skin. Like fire engine red. He seems to think he knows everything about everything. Who cares about his stupid hockey team? Soon, James was promoted and Keenan assigned to his team. The guy who thought he knew everything became very useful to the girl who would succeed no matter what. She occupied fifty percent of his time, kindly leaving half for the 14 lesser members of the group who nicknamed her Queenan for her highly developed ability to get what she desired. But even queens can lose their power and Keenan was, one day, moved to a different department. Their time felt incomplete without each other but neither of them knew why. One evening, they found themselves sitting across the table from each other at a birthday pub crawl. It was a pub crawl for the others, for these two the night consisted of being locked in conversation and repeatedly looking up and wondering where everyone else had gone. Nearly four years later, that same conversation is continuing and shows no signs of stopping. They still look up sometimes and wonder where everyone else went and they still never quite seem to know why. Instead of staying up talking until 4am, things go more like this now... [phone rings] Hello? What are you doing? Driving to work, I just left like three minutes ago. Oh yeah, well do you want to talk to me? Sure. I was thinking about what we were talking about last night and I thought of something so funny!!! (To Be Continued... and continued... and continued... and continued...)