kiwi

Last Friday my schedule got tweaked around because of an appointment cancelation so I wound up just heading home to work….

I heard a door outside and figured it was just Fed Ex or some other courier so I didn’t think twice when I threw open the front door, hair messed, jammy shorts and scuzzy t-shirt. on…. It wasn’t a delivery man… It was Matt Marks, a.k.a. “Kiwi”.

I met Kiwi twice…. The first time I was still in college during one of my once-a-year visits to the bars. At that time he was a drink slinger at the now defunct OutPost.

I’d meet Kiwi again years later through a mutual friend… Second times the charm and we clicked.

If anyone could be characterized as “Jolly” – well… that’s Kiwi. Imagine a live manifestation of a Baroque cherub. A stout little fireplug of a man standing at only about 5’5″, he could probably bench press my VW.

After our happy hour group dissolved last year we don’t get to see Matt very much. He’s settled down with “Woofer”, his partner of 3 years now, has bought a house and a rental property. Similar to us – has been “nesting”.

I subsequently blew my afternoon when I probably should have been working – but it was great catching up and getting some sorely missed Kiwi-time in.

He was already caught up on what we’ve been up to because of some blog thing he said he checks once a week to see what we’re up to.

huh.. imagine that.