Brooklyn, NY. 1st trip to the Barclay Center. Go Dubs! February 2015.
Over the years, any time I'd hear about a couple breaking up—leaving one or more of the parties shattered, yet still leaving the door open for hope of a reconciliation—I'd instantly think about my friends Joe and Lori. They were college sweethearts back when we were Animal House-inspired members of the UCLA greek system in the early '80s. Lori was a Kappa. Joe was a Phi Psi. They fell in love, then broke up. For a year, I think. I do know that by 1986 they were not only back together but getting married, a wedding I missed due to the fact that I was on my solo summer mountain bike trip across America. Just over 28 years later, Joe and Lori proved they weren't holding it against me by showing up for my wedding in Austin and spicing things up with a timely photo bomb during our 1st dance. About 5 months later, Joe's got business in New York. They're empty nesters now, so Lori joins him. (Jake's living in San Francisco. Scotty's at USC, studying abroad in London. Or is it Jake in London? Hmm.) Either way, Mama and Papa Huhn were in Brooklyn a few nights ago, thanks to the fact that their beloved Warriors were playing the Nets on a Monday night in Brooklyn—5 blocks from our apartment. The invitation to join them was met with some serious 1st-winter-on-the-east-coast glee. It was only fitting we had a drink at a bar called Alchemy before crossing the street to the Barclay Center, where our seats were 11 rows from the floor, directly across from the Warriors bench. Sweet. The game even lived up to the hype. Steph Curry led a furious 4th quarter comeback that fell short at the buzzer. Oh well. Still...an excellent night with one of my favorite couples, who've got 30+ years of excellent nights under their belts. Here's to many more! To the Huhns!