a. dance party in my dorm, b. dance party on the fourth of july, c. suck it, series one, d. suck it, series two

Four years ago I met my first Pitt girl friend! Funny story, our parents actually hooked us up. You see, my dad and her mom were unloading cars next to each other, kind of flirting, and talking about how we were both maybe going to pursue photojournalism. So awkwardly when we both went back to gather more of our things from our cars, they suggested in a cute oh-it's-like-you-guys-are-five-again way that we should be friends. I remember just staring at her and thinking how weird it is that parents still want to do that to free-willed college students. (How embarrassing!) Anyhow, she offered to hold my tv while waiting in the elevator and then we bumped into each other a few times.
And then we had dance parties on my bed, rice parties in my dorm, a "cool pool party" in the showers of Lothrop, a sleepless study session night in the common room with blankets as a fort, and on our last night as freshman, we - with our also very good friend at the time, Erik - stayed up and then passed out sharing that tiny bed.