I met Scuba Steve when we were both undergrad meteorology majors at SUNY Oswego. We became friends because we were both crazy enough to befrind Misty in our first year physics class with a professor who looked like a geekier Mr Rogers. We both had about the same interests in meteorology, so we ended up taking most of the same classes throughout the next four years.
During our Junior year, we decided to cohabitate a very small, 6 bedroom house on Oneida St. This wasn't just any 6 bedroom house...it was a 6 bedroom house with ONE bathroom. Needless to say, that turned out to be an interesting year, lol. The following year, Scuba Steve, Erin and I decided to go get another place on W. 3rd St, which was a 3 bedroom place that had the world's most unnecessarily large bathroom. There were plans to put a foosball table in there, but that dream never came to fruition. In this apartment, several drunken parties were had...one of which should have killed me, but it didn't. Scuba Steve came to my room at 4 AM, and witnessed me hugging a waste basket, unable to keep my eyes open. After stating that I didn't look too good, he went back to the warmth and comfort of his bed. Good times...good times.
Finally it was time to apply to graduate school. We both wanted to go to SUNY Albany, and we were more than qualified to do so, but they rejected us. So we both ended up coming to Penn State together. Clearly Steve couldn't get enough of me. Do you really blame him? Of course you don't.
The beginning of grad school was summed up by Karen thinking that Steve and I were gay lovers, since we didn't really know anybody else yet, and I hate talking to new people. Once again, we took all the same classes, including numerical weather prediction and turbulence, because we didn't want to take crappy average padders (like climate or physical oceanography). Scuba Steve was the brains of the operation, and I reaped the benefits. Somehow Dave thinks I'm smart now, hahahahaha.
What's going to happen now? It's very possible that we could both be staying here to work for Penn State. Yes that's right...Scuba Steve doesn't ever want to leave me. He enjoys the comfort of my presence, and the knowledge that there's always going to be someone around who is a bigger slacker.
It is clear why I wanted Steve to be in the bridal party. We've been stuck together for so long now that it just wouldn't be right!! So yes...this is all. So to close...here's one more drunken picture.