Josh Groban, Byron Yang and Red Velvet Cake
Monday, February 11th, 2008Case Study: Maximizing My Life Utility and Post Abroad Efficiency
Problem: Did I come back from abroad more lost than found?
Never in my life did I think I would write this:
Josh Groban changed me.
On Sunday February 10, 2008 at approximately 2:34 am in an overpriced but delicious West Hollywood diner, Josh Groban raised me up.
Really.
As a probable gesture of inherent love towards all man(kind), THE Josh Groban – curls and all – gave my table a piece of untouched red velvet cake.* And as I joined my posse of gallivanting, well-dressed brothers in digging my hands into God’s next best gift besides Josh (who did not give us forks), I only had two things on my mind:
“How the fuck is this happening?” and “Where is Byron Yang?”
Like many of my fellow junior brethren, I took a break from the Club Med College lifestyle last year for a semester “studying” abroad in hopes of gaining true insight of the world, and my life.
