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Note: David still needs to put his half of the story in his own words. This is temporary!

Lori: Johnny D's, a local restaurant and music club, was sponsoring a Steeleye Span concert at the Somerville Theatre on June 5, 1996. A few of my friends were ushering so they could see the concert for free. I wasn't particularly interested in seeing the concert, but I knew a lot of my friends were going, and I thought it would be fun to usher with the other members of my quartet, the Simones (Chris Felknor, Jeanne Wildman and Kathryn Kaufman) so I signed up.
David: I was having a pretty bad week so I decided to visit some friends in Boston for the weekend. My friend Katya had an extra ticket to a Steeleye Span concert, so she invited me along.
Lori: When intermission came around, I didn't have anything to do so I stood by the door I where was posted at the beginning of the concert. I was standing there, looking usherly, when my old friend Elizabeth came along with a gentleman in tow, looking to buy CDs. She spotted me and dragged him over to introduce us.
David: At intermission I went upstairs with Katya's friend Elizabeth to look at CDs. Elizabeth introduced me to her friend Lori, and we flirted madly throughout the whole intermission. After the concert I said to Katya, "You know who I think is cute? Elizabeth's friend Lori." Katya gave me a very bored look and said "*Everyone* thinks Lori Fassman is cute."
Lori: The next morning I was at work and the phone rang. It was Elizabeth, who asked "So, David???" I said, "well, he's cute and nice and has a nice sense of humor, but he lives far away and we don't seem to have anything in common." This got back to him, via Katya, as...
David: "Lori Fassman thinks you're cute and funny."

Katya and Elizabeth played yenta for the next few days, shuttling information between the two of us over the phone. Katya suggested that the four of us get together for dinner sometime, so Lori offered to cook. She spent the hottest day in June slaving over lasagna and homemade bread ("the way to a man's heart...").

The rest, as they say, is history.

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