The Story of Us (Part 2)

(Start With Part 1)

You can probably get some more entertaining perspective about this part of the story from others who were there and remember watching my idiotic behavior.

The next thing I knew, I was in my dad's office, digging through the guest cards, looking for one that said Kirschner (being a PK has it's perks). I found it and quickly wrote down the phone number.

That afternoon - actually, late that afternoon after spending several hours working up the courage to make the phone call - I called Tricia and again invited her to come out and hang with us that night. I told her that it would be fun and that we were planning on going putt-putting afterwards. (I worked at a miniature golf course for a few summers, and putt putting was one of our favorite past-times)

You wouldn't believe how excited I was when she actually showed up that night (sorry, Joe...I can't remember if you came...). I hadn't told anyone that I had invited her, and, of course, I didn't tell anyone what was going through my head about her, but somehow (I'm guessing it was incredibly obvious) some in the group knew (hey Matt!). (I actually found out later that she had decided that day that she was not going to come unless God had somebody call her up and invite her...but she'll have to fill you in on that part later)

After the formal group time, we headed over the golf course, only to discover that they had closed early because of a little rain. I had invited Tricia to follow me in her car, and because we arrived before everyone else, I got a few minutes to stand outside her passenger side window and talk. :)

When everyone else arrived, we came up with plan B and headed over to Pizza Hut. There were about 12 of us all together, and I can distinctly remember my friend, T doing his best to make sure that Tricia and I somehow ended up sitting beside each other at the extended table. (Thanks, T!)

This was my (and the rest of the group's) first glimpse at Tricia's appetite. At that point, none of us knew about her CF (healthy CFers tend to eat more than they show because of their bodies inability to naturally intake fat, calories, etc.), and we were simply amazed at how much this skinny girl could put away. I believe the food of choice that night (and many nights since) was chicken wings.

I have no idea what we all talked about, who else was at the table, or what I did when I got home that night...all I seem to remember about the rest of that evening is that I had an extremely hard time getting to sleep.

Nate