Chelsea and Andrew met each other through mutual friends during their time at Purchase College. Chelsea was majoring in playwriting and Andrew in cinema studies so if it wasn't for their friends, Katie and Steve, odds are they would have never met. Then again, Purchase is so small, there was probably a one-in-six shot they would've met up at some point anyway. Regardless, credit where credit's due. Thanks, guys.
After a few months of friendship, Andrew - under the guise of an art history assignment - asked Chelsea if she'd like to go to the Met with him to see the Robert Rauschenberg Combines exhibit that was currently on display. As they walked through the huge rooms of New York's most important building, they bonded over their interest in pieces like,
Canyon. No joke.
As they finished their tour of the museum, it was time to head to the train station and start the long journey back to Purchase. While on the subway, still not sure it was a date, Andrew uttered the following, Shakespearean line: "How do you feel about Japanese people... and their food?" Smooth. Translation? "Would you like to get sushi with me?" After her first of countless Andrew-to-Chelsea translations, Chelsea agreed to get dinner with him. They ate at Funayama, an amazing restaurant in the West Village that Andrew had had several great meals at over the years and a large amount of fond memories for. Just ask him about "Nick Vergoth's wasabi bet." All these years later, they still eat there on the anniversary of their first date, February the tenth, after a stroll through the Met. Every time since, Andrew has been much clearer when asking Chelsea if she feels like sushi.
After dinner they walked through the Village chatting and laughing. At one point they even wandered onto what appeared to be a
Law and Order set. Sadly for Andrew, Anthony Anderson was nowhere to be found. Chelsea still cannot grasp Andrew's love for the portly, yet clever comedian.
At the end of the night, as they went to cross the street, Chelsea stepped out ahead just as a cab barreled down the block. Known for anything
but killer reflexes, Andrew instinctively reached out and pulled her back to safety. As they looked at each other in that quick, but crucial moment, history began writing itself.
And here they are, six years later, still writing new chapters together.
