The New Yorker.

I first met Geoff in 2006 when I visited New York for the first time.  He was a friend of a friend of a friend or something that I met at dinner for someone's birthday.  We hit it off right away and have been friends ever since.  Some of my favorite memories of Geoff was when we trekked all the way to Long Island from Manhattan in the cold and the rain to visit Brooklyn Brewery then found out they were closed for tours.  Or all the W hotels he's put me up in when I didn't have a place to stay in Manhattan.  He's been there when I've needed him, even when he was in London or New York or Minnesota or Detroit. If I had to describe him, I would say... He's a hopeless romantic.  He genuinely cares about the people in his life and would do anything for them.  He's a big kid.  He can be a bull in china shop, but somehow my personality and his mesh real well together.  He LOVES the steelers and soccer, and everything there is about New York.  He definitely takes advantage of all the fun things to do in New York.  Also, he's the reason why I know so much about beer and why I love it so much!

Here's some pictures of him from a while back when he visited me. We went out to Lower Haight for some tasty beers at Toronado.  Being from New York, he wasn't too impressed with public transportation in the city, but we made around on Muni pretty well.  woot.