The first time I met David, I was convinced that we were never going to see him again. We were up at a fraternity banquet in Boston just after we got married. Brendan hadn't seen him in a while so there was a lot of yelling "DUDE!" and arm punching. Then we found out he was living in Alexandria. "DUDE! CALL ME! DUDE!" Afterwards I was thinking he is so not calling you. Then, he ended up on our plane home. Definitely not calling. But obviously it didn't happen that way...
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