Ken's epic tale of love and loss, "On Passing by Miss Ohio Wandering Down the Atlantic City Boardwalk at 11:30 the Night of the Miss America Pageant", kinda reminds me of the time I was in the same room as Daljit Dhaliwal (except for that bit about being down 2 large).
I can't say that I remember much else about that day, save the fact that I woke up in a storage closet a few hours later with a restraining order staple-gunned to my oddly shirtless chest.