Chris and I met in college. We lived in the same dorm. I’ll always remember that it was the goal of both Chris and his roommate Mike (not my brother Mike) to ensure that when they left the University, there would be new rules in the dorm handbook because of them. Of course, they succeeded.  So now, if you stay in the dorms at the University of Illinois, you can no longer…

1. Ride a unicycle in the hallway, and
2. Install a ceiling fan in your dorm room

‘Nuff said.

Chris graduated two years after me. When he did, my roommate Reggie (below, being accosted by Chris with a MegaZooka) and I invited him to live with us. The three of us moved into a two-story penthouse apartment in Elmhurst, and had a great couple years. In our time there, Tim Allen (Chris) and I build a model railroad around the living room (about a foot below the ceiling), hoisted a 12′- and then the next year an 18′ live Christmas tree up the side of the building so we could have a tree that filled our vaulted living room, nearly killed ourselves at Fuddrucker’s first Fat Tuesday celebration eating 5lb cheeseburgers, and so on. When I finally moved out, Chris replaced me with a 125 gallon marine aquarium. I think you get the idea. Way too many stories in my life end, “… then I spent the night on Chris’ bathroom floor.” 

Chris and I used to eat a lot of 50pc buckets of McDonalds chicken McNuggets, sacks of 20 from White Castle, and other assorted bad-for-us food that comes in large quantities. And wisdom … we’ve sought a lot of wisdom.  No wonder we’re both large!  🙂

Because we’re such movie nuts, we’ve also talked on and off about starting a movie rating site. If it ever happens, I’m sure you’ll want to check it out (promises great humor), and I’m sure you’ll hear about it here.  Chris works hard (completed his MBA in 2006), loves to blow things up, is always ready for a great time, and is a terrific friend.

You’ll laugh at these…