Andrew ingaged in some foolery or another, taken over at Julia's place in the LES. After all these years, we still meet up at her place.

Andrew Michael Elsas

I met Andrew way back in freshman year of NYU. We both went to ETW together, and he lived a few floors above me. We didn't really get to know eachother until the second semester though. I can't recall the exact dorm social network at the time, but I do remeber that we spent an awful lot of time hanging out in Julia and Nadine's corner room on the 12th floor of Rubin Hall.

We bonded that year over drunken mishaps, theater school, and our first acid trip. The next year, Frank, Andrew, Sam and I all shared a dorm apartment in Lower Manhattan. After that, he and I both became RA's: he did another tour of duty back at Rubin, and I settled into semi-isolation up on 25th street. He's helped me grow a lot as a person, originally coining "the truth always feels better" and (he's bisexual) helping me overcome much of my inborn passive homophobia.

Andrew is the kind of person who's not shy about leaning on his friends for support. I remember one time we (me and Sam and Andrew and a few others) went to a club (some mostly-gay college thing at the Tunnel) because they had an open bar. At the time I had a pretty hefty tolerance thanks to my sprighty liver and months of athletic 40 drinking, but Andrew, who's about 30 pounds lighter than me, insisted that we go drink-for-drink. It was macheezmo. He ended up getting sick, and someone from the club asked us to leave. As I got Andrew up for one last trip to the bathroom, the club-employee stole his wallet. Andrew did his inebriated best to freak out, and I backed his play, which prompted the very large bouncer got invovled. Needless to say, we left without recovering the wallet. I then had to drag the semi-conscious man into a cab and back to Rubin, where it turns out his roomate had taken advantage of Andrew's absence to have a love-fest with his current girlfriend. Not being one to interrupt, I dragged Elsas down to my room where he slept on the floor.

Yeah... Good times.

He's messy, attention-seeking and can hold a grudge for a while, but all in all, Andrew's a hell of a guy. Much like the rest of us he doesn't have a lot of direction at the moment, but someday he'll figure out what he wants, and then you better watch it, buddy boy.

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