I’ve been holding on to this one for a while, but when my parents were out here for the wedding I asked them a question about how they met. We were driving to a pancake breakfast with the bride and groom and I hit record. This is pretty close to how that went. Me: I don't know if I really know this story. How did you meet?Mom: We met at a college dance. (Kira: Wait, wait, wait. Make sure you are recording)Me: What college?Mom: LasalleDad: (talking over each other) At a mixer and Bob Silva was in town, Mom: Bob Walker, Bob SilvaDad: and the three of us went to the dance at LaSalle. And we saw a Wallflower. Mom: What they did was they invited girls who'd graduated from high school because they're an all boys college. There was an open dance, so I met the three of them. But I had a ride home that night so, I didn't really exchange anything, then the next open dance...Me: Wait, did you dance? Mom: Yeah, I guess. Dad: That’s a minor part.Mom: So, I made sure I didn't have a ride home the…
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