What else are you doing Labor Day weekend? Come Celebate us!

It’s hard to summarize nearly 10 years of a spinning record loaded with grooves, but the night we met shall do -Tori Our paths crossing was unexpected, and surprising. It was back in April of 2015, Scott was working and living with close friends in what’s known as The Tower District in Fresno, where we live. I had just moved back to Fresno from Oakland. It was a lifelong dream for me to live in the Bay Area, but it sadly was not what I had hoped for and I found myself missing home and my loved ones. My best friend’s older sister Ashley happened to be having a housewarming party not long after I got back. Full Disclosure I essentially had no hair at the time, after years of chemically processing and damaging my hair I decided the moment had come to just buzz it off and start over. Sometimes I feel like shaving my head was a portent of renewal, I was about to began my new life with Scott. So I’m at my best friend’s sister Ashely’s housewarming party sporting a buzz cut, and not feeling my most confident. Party’s in full swing but the party is somewhat divided. Ashley being older than us was hosting the majority of her friends downstairs, meanwhile we’re upstairs having at little shindig of our own with the “younger crowd” and that’s when Scott arrives into the room. I remember clearly that he was wearing white pants and a pastel striped tank top, something I know he’d never wear now. Immediately I noticed how he had taken over the room with such certainty and so much belief in whatever bullshit he was speaking. (I can’t remember everything) but I remember how I felt, laughing and being instantly intrigued and also feeling threatened because I have really pretty friends and there’s no way this guys looking at me. Then the topics started and we naturally just began talking of music, and movies, games, and theories, childhoods…this guys asking me about my childhood and GENUINELY cares. Next thing we know hours have passed and we’re outside alone carrying on just as we began, most of the party has gone. His roommate Jeff approaches to say it’s time to go, I had already planned on sleeping over. We somehow don’t exchange numbers even though we just had the best conversation of our lives. It was just the most electric feeling and I just knew he felt it too, there was no way it was too palpable. It was a hasty goodbye with people already waiting in cars for him. I notice after he leaves that he left his keys. I wasn’t too worried, I could surely ask someone in the morning for his phone number, and also those key are definitely a way to see him again. 👀 When the morning comes, I was spread out on the couch just smiling and going over the evening in my head. I start thinking about how to contact him, all I have is this crappy little Nokia and I’m staring at the buttons, and looking at the little letters on them. Suddenly, I remember in all of our ramblings that he mentioned he had the same phone number since high school 304-PUKE him being 26 at the time and me being 20, I thought that sounded so cool to have something of your own for that long. I didn’t know if he expected me to remember that or if he was just telling me anecdotally. But I was so sure about what I felt that night with him, I quickly texted to him “Hey I remembered-Puke!” and “you left your keys!” We sort of never stopped texting that day and and texts turned to phone calls and phone calls turned to dates and here we are still talking topics to this very day from fan-girling to the state of the world. Turns out my baldness wasn’t an issue, and It’s like we were just waiting for each other. He is my best friend and I found my soulmate that night.