After going to see William Shatner with Sam on Saturday, and loving it, I decided to start writing some blog posts just based off of old stories. All Shatner did was great, funny, meaningful (to him) stories from his life. And I thought, “I do that all the time.” So why not write some down. I’ve often found when comparing memories and stories with friends that I seem to remember more than they do.

Sooooo, lets start with a short tale. More of a facet of a day. Random happening.

I helped my friends Jason and Danei (and baby Harvey) move this weekend. While helping them move I was also texting Pat about completely different things.

But the fact that both moving and Pat were on my mind brought back a story from sophomore year of college. I had shown up at college a week early for cross-country and freshman orientation (I was helping out with it, along with our friend Matt). I had my room all set up and moved in. I spent a majority of the time not at practice hanging out in Matt’s dorm room, what we would affectionately call “The Quad” because it was one of the few four person dorm rooms on campus (if not the only one at that time). Matt also was the friend with the dominate video game system of the time…. the original Playstation.

Matt also had a small water warmer that made cooking up Ramen extremely easy. So one afternoon, despite Matt not being there I still was in the dorm room playing Playstation and eating some ramen. Pat shows up with his father to move all his crap in, he’s one of the roommates in the Quad. Now at the time Pat and I were friends, but not the great friends we are now. That’s another story, and involves fighting. No, at this point we were just ok friends.

So Pat comes in and sets his bag down. We say our hi’s but I don’t remotely move off the couch. In fact the whole time Pat is moving his crap into the dorm, which is on the fourth floor, and there isn’t an elevator, I stay seated on the couch playing video games and eating my Ramen. He doesn’t say anything to me during the move (or if he does I’m not paying attention).

No, the only words I hear out of Pat’s mouth after he’s moved all his stuff in is “I will never, ever help you move.” I do believe there were some swear words, probably just calling me an ass. Pat is fond of calling me an ass, so yeah, that was probably part of it. I don’t know if he was pissed, or just upon reflecting that I didn’t move to help him he was annoyed. But whatever.

To this day Pat hasn’t ever helped me move. But that’s fine too, I don’t think he was around for anytime I had to move.

Its nice to know he’s still sticking to his word.