When I (Liz) moved back home after college, I searched for two things. First, a job. Second, some live music to listen to while I spent my hard earned cash. After regular visits to Putnam Den, I had developed a MAJOR crush on the front man of a band I couldn't remember the name of. Great band, super cute singer. Cut to the new job; Harvey's Irish Pub. Standing at my little host stand I had a great view of the kitchen. More specifically, the line cook that I had dubbed "my future boyfriend." To my absolute pleasure, it was finally explained to me that these two men I had become infatuated with, the musician and the line cook, were in fact the same person. Enter Zachary Carlton Hay. I'll forever be grateful that I wasn't forced to choose between my two boyfriends. And if you'd like a much shorter, boring, less rom-com version: We got a Guinness after work one day and hit it off. The End.