So, last weekend, even though I was sick as hell, I went to Norfolk, Virginia to help my sister's best friend's sister move.
It was about a 4 mile drive, with a girl I barely know, no radio, and only a handful of
CD's....
It was interesting.
We got into town, and I had the best sandwich of my life. Trip was off to a good start.
Then I had a raspberry wheat beer. It was gross as hell.
That night (Friday), we went to a bar, and we were just having a couple of drinks, hanging out, when some dude came up to me and asked if I was from Minnesota. It was an innocent enough question, given my Twins sweatshirt and Vikings cap.
I said "Yeah" and dude said he went to school in
Mankato....where I went to school.
That was pretty cool. We talked about the bars in '
Kato and the dorms and stuff.
So now dude and his friends are talking to me and Becky and Becky's sister Lori. Turns out they're pilots. Some other dude hears this, comes up to introduce himself, and we go around the circle with our names. It comes to the other dude who went to school in
Mankato, and it turns out his name is ALSO Tom. Pretty crazy shit.
So we're all just standing around, drinking more, talking about different shit, and dude asks me if I ever go back to '
Kato.
And I respond "Well, yeah, being in a fraternity I try to get back as much as possible."
"Oh, what fraternity were you in?"
Turns out, at some random bar in Virginia, I met someone with the same first name as me, who went to the same school, and who was in the same damn fraternity as me.
It's a wild world.
The rest of the trip was pretty
non-eventful. We got Becky's sister moved. Becky and I built a futon (I was
DEFINITELY futon MVP), I learned that Becky is an AWESOME cook, we toured a battleship and naval museum and eventually came home.
And we all lived happily ever after.
