Roopa and Marques
The first time I laid eyes on Marques was in my "Literature & Obscenity" class at Penn. He didn't pay any attention to me, but it's okay--it was sophomore year and the world was mine for the taking.
He does get credit for being the only guy I remember from the class, and he brought an important male perspective to the class. How can you have an obscenity class without a guy?
We met at Smokes, days before our 2002 Penn graduation. It was one of those "farewell to the best years of your life; you have no idea" kind of affairs, and I had a blast. Most memorable, of course, was that one song where we found each other on the dance floor:
Play Brass Monkey
I remember it so fondly, he didn't remember it at all. But! It laid the foundation, for the third (and final) attempt.
Gil told Tony who emailed me and invited me out to a St. Patrick's day celebration at The Penn Club. Memories were exchanged, drinks were flowing, and....
And that was the beginning. Of LSAT classes (same score; good thing), basketball games, lots of great meals, both out in the city and at home in tiny kitchens.
Any questions can be emailed to marquesandroopa@gmail.com