Best two years

Two years ago today, Adam and I met. There was a free concert in Park City (G. Love and the Special Sauce... but hey, who complains when it's free?) that I was going to with my sister Kelly and a few of our friends. I had mentioned it to my friend Joe the day before at church. The night of the concert I got a call from Joe's roommate saying that he heard I was going to a free concert and could he come along? Sure (a little taken back, but sure). As we were driving over to pick him up Joe called and said that his class got cancelled and could he come too? At this point, why not? The more the merrier! Somehow as we were driving over Joe also called his friend, Adam, and invited him to come.

It just so happened that Adam and I pulled up right at the same time and both found ourselves walking to the door together. I remember right off the bat I thought, "Wow he's hot! He must be cocky." (sad truth that you learn to expect hot guys to be jerks).

Surprisingly, he was friendly and even laughed at my jokes and made me laugh. Joe was surprised to see us standing at the door together and asked if we knew each other (how little did we know how truly we would soon enough). Everyone got coats and beanies (an interesting side note--I didn't realize how handsome Adam's curly hair was that first night because he was wearing a beanie the whole time) and we headed up to Park City.

I remember feeling a little frantic that night with my "hosting" responsibilities and making sure everyone was with the group and felt included (how did Kelly and I end up the only girls with six great guys, by the way? nice odds!). A lot of the guys didn't know each other and so I was trying to make sure everyone had fun still.

I remember Adam making me laugh. I remember he was calm and chill and so easy to get along with. I was surprised at how kind he was and how much fun I was having with him. I remember that laughing with him calmed me down and made me have fun.

The concert was loud and we were all crammed into a big mash of people. When we started smelling drugs we knew it was time to leave the mass and hang out on the outskirts (a safer distance so we didn't have to inhale anything). We were forever bonded at the unfortunate predicament of our little bunch of us clean cut mormon kids who now smelled like something that should only be used for medicinal purposes.

We decided to all go get food. As we walked to the cars Joe said he actually needed to go home so he could study. Adam wanted to stay but Joe was his ride and he didn't know any of us that well. I was bummed he was leaving. I remember saying, "Well Adam, it was really great to meet you. We'll hang out again, right?"

As he and Joe drove down the canyon Adam was like, "That Steph girl was really cool." (yippee!)

Unfortunately Joe followed it with, "Yeah. Too bad she's like thirty."

Ah, Joe. You introduced us and then killed us. All in the same night.

Poor Adam (who is really six months apart from me--we were both 24 at the time) was like, "Yeah, too bad." Cause a woman six years his senior was just TOO old.

Thank goodness there was a Heavenly Father behind the scenes who knew we needed to be together, despite some false information. I really had a great time that night and came home and put this picture up on my "Inspiration Board" (a bulletin board of things that inspire me) and looked at it often over the next few months thinking,

"I wonder what ever happend to that hot Adam guy...?"