After the party, Mike had to go back to Casanova and DJ so I ended up teaming up with Mike's best friend Michael. Michael and I ended up going to some other bar in the neighborhood so that he could...
So after my first month in town (that was mostly spent apartment hunting and then going to bed early because I couldn't find anyone fun to hang out with at night) I finally met my savior: Ladies and Gentleman, Mr. Mike Fucking Doyle. Mike saw on my site that I was moving out to SF and on the first Saturday in October sent me an email tipping me off to a backyard party that was going on later in the evening. I wrote him back and was like "Thanks for the invite, but would you mind meeting up with me and we can go together? I don't know anyone in town and I don't want to be that guy that's standing around at a small party where everyone knows each other and everyone's wondering what he's doing there." Mike agreed and I went over to a bar called Casanova where he was DJing to meet up.
...aw yeah, Meredith Silverman. (While Meredith and I were introduced that night, we actually never spoke until several months later. She's since gone on to become one of my favorite people - and was the first person to come out and visit me at my new place in San Francisco. A trip that inspired her to get her very first digicam and start her very own photo diary!)
Addendum December 28, 2008: I'm working on putting all these old entries into a database and I'd like to point out that this is the very first photo I ever took of my future wife! How crazy is that?
And...this is so exciting...after almost two years of super-nerdy "we're CYBERFRIENDS!" online correspondence...I finally managed to meet up with (the smoking hot...hooo-ah!) Emilie Elizabeth.
