Anyway, a couple years ago I went to a couple of backyard shindigs where I went into the kitchen to grab a beer only to find some guy cooking potatoes. You can’t just bust out potatoes at a party without me commenting, and he replied that he was making the best warm potato salad ever. He was right.

I found out later that he was a pretty great musician, to boot.

Rob, or people who know Rob, if you’re reading this, please pass along the recipe. We don’t hang with the same people anymore, so I wouldn’t be wearing out your tasty party trick.

Please, please tell me that this is a euphemism for kinky sex practices.

Then there’s another brand of student who is so significantly cooler and more talented than you where you’re just happy to know him. That’s Rob. I remember when he told me was going to start playing with some guy named Mason. I suppose I patted his head and said, “Good for you laddie!” A few months later I see him in the sold out Main Room.

I have yet to experience his mixed drinks or potato salad, but I imagine those are kick ass too. It’s just cool to see a local boy done good!

I’d like to hear more about this story.