Most people don't have a story about meeting their siblings, they've just been a part of their life for as long as they can remember. I wasn't fortunate enough however to always have older siblings (even though we've done a pretty good job at making up for lost time) so in honor of my oldest big bro turning the big 3-0 today I thought I'd share the story about the time we met.
My mom and Derek's dad started dating when I was in middle school and Derek was in college at UT Austin. We were living in Houston and even though our parents had been dating for some time, Derek and I had still never met.
We took a trip to Austin one weekend to visit Derek, and I was so excited because at the time college kids where the coolest people in the world to me. My mom and Dave spent the day doing all the things parents do when they visit their kid at school. We took Derek out to dinner, and made sure to stock his fridge with all the food he normally wouldn't dip into his "beer fund" to buy. Derek and I never said more than a few words to each other throughout the day, we were just trying to figure this whole new relationship out.
That night Dave and my mom were staying at a hotel nearby, and they were leaving me at Derek's apartment. THEY WERE MAKING ME SPEND THE NIGHT WITH A COLLEGE KID, WHO I BARELY KNEW, ALL BY MYSELF! I'm shy around strangers, he was a stranger, and this was weird.
I'll never forget what happened next. My parents walked out the apartment door and Derek and I were left standing in the doorway, face to face, looking at each other like we were aliens. Derek looked at me and said...
"So, where do you sleep? and do you need water or something like that?"
He made me a bed on the couch, showed me how to work the TV, and we managed to survive until our parents got there the next morning.