10. A DAB crew is born…

True story.

I’m a tad OCD about even numbers.

It’s gotten much better as I’ve gotten older but when I was younger…oh boy. I could never take three cookies. Three would make me feel oddly uncomfortable. It had to be two or four.

I love the number four. It’s such a nice round and balanced number.

For my entire life, whenever I’d crew up, I’d always had crews of three. Everytime I’d try to round it out and add a fourth person, disaster struck.

Feburary 5th was the day that started it all.

It started out with a routine Saturday brunch at Calle Ocho (our preferred spot for brunch even though it’s farther uptown than I usually go…it has since become immensely popular, likely due to the unlimited sangria bar, and now it’s almost impossible to get a reservation there).

Yuli, Jenice and I (three) had been hanging tough for a minute now, but there were some additions at brunch, there at Yuli’s invitation.

One such newbie was Lukasz Karwowski, a tall, blond, Polish guy who was around 25 but liked to tell everyone he was 29.

Why he’d want to do a thing like that is beyond me.

We had a great brunch as usual, but it didn’t stop there. When it comes to hanging out, the three of us had discovered that we were kind of like that person in the bar who was pepetually on his “last drink”. We never really could stay in one place and it turns out Lukasz was no different. From brunch we went shopping (our preferred post brunch activity), from there we went to my place to chill for a bit (and drink some scotch), and then later that evening we went out to one of our other favorite spots, Clover Club. We hung out for the entire day and into the night. That had never really happened to me before, at least not with three other people.

The four of us have been joined at the hip flask ever since.

They came to my house the next day to watch the Superbowl along with some other friends of mine.

That night Lukasz and Yuli slept at my house, the three of us crammed into my bed (relax pervs, I know what you’re thinking. We DO NOT get down like that)

The next day we were at Off The Wagon. That weekend we were somewhere else, likely several other places.

We went on like this for the next couple of months, going out damn near every night. Copious amounts of whiskey were consumed. Many laughs were had.

After awhile, we came to a mutual decision that we were all too old and too broke to keep up this level of partying and so we scaled back our activities.

But we had already started something wonderful.

I was Carrie and had found my Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha.