Larry and I met in the summer of 1998. One Saturday night in July I was headed to a concert at the Garden State Arts Center with my best friend, Shannon. Neither of us was too excited about the concert, but the tickets were free and we didn't have much else to do that night. So we said, "What the heck?" and decided to go. It turned out to be the best decision I ever made.
Larry, who had just gotten back from living in Arizona for six months, had decided to take it easy for the summer and work as a bartender at the Arts Center. As luck would have it, he was working that night.
During a break in the concert, Shannon and I headed to the bar. I walked up and asked for a drink (a simple one at that) and as he stared at me, obviously confused, I realized he had no idea how to make what I asked for. Turns out, he wasn't much of a bartender. And then when I asked him for an ashtray he replied, "You're standin' in it." "Oh great," I thought. He's a comic, too ...
Well, Shannon and I never made it back to the concert. We sat at the bar being entertained by Larry and his friends instead. And at the end of the night, he asked for my number. Five-and-a-half years later, here we are!
