I decided on whim just before Graduation that I would move to the Newport area to take a part time job coaching field hockey at Salve Regina University. Ballsy yes, seeing as I knew NO ONE (all my friends were either going to grad school or moving to Boston) and I had no solid income and a whopping $50 in my bank account.

The day I moved to Middletown, RI, I received a text from a college buddy (shout out to Dylan Stone) who caught wind I was moving into his hometown and asked if I wanted to go out and meet up with some of his friends. HELL YES I did, I needed friends, and I needed them yesterday. Also, hoping that since he was a guy and most likely would have guy friends in tow, I could bum a drink or several since I was broke.

I planned to meet Dylan and said friends at KJ's - a mere 4 minute walk from my adorable apartment (when I say adorable I really mean very ugly 70's themed orange shag rug and haunted apartment) - I know you are all just LOVING my completely irrelevant side notes to my story that could have been summed up in paragraph one right?

..... anywhos - so I take my time getting there since I definitely do not want to be early. I walk into KJ's, to find a couple sitting at the bar . Yep. - just an odd looking couple sitting at a dimly lit bar -that was it. Needless to say I went into panic mode and million senseless thoughts of rage went through my head. All to quickly fade when I hear "Hey, you must be looking for Dylan!" .... my reply... I have no idea, probably something way to pitchy and incomprehensible... I mean I was seeing my future husband for the first time!

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