Main Tweeze
Thursday, September 25th, 2008It was years ago, but I remember the day I met him like it was yesterday. His curly hair covering up his eyes, his laugh permeating the room, his face cleanly shaven so one could see he was always smiling.
I used to belong to a group at LSU that put on concerts. We were having a Battle of the Bands with local bands in the spotlight. His band was there competing. It was called Tweezer, as it was a Weezer cover band.
I was talking to one of my friends as we were standing by the sign in table and I said something to the effect of “Weezer’s my favorite band.” The curly haired ball of cuteness overheard and (mistakenly) over-excitedly said “We’re your favorite band!?!”
And although I wanting nothing more than to shower him complements so that he would keep talking to me, I can’t lie. Really. I’m horrible at it. So I replied, “I said Weezer was my favorite band.” We all laughed and then started talking about The Blue Album.
Ever since then we’ve been friends. And ever since then, I’ve always wanted him as my “Main Tweeze”. 
