Meet Drew, my husband of 18 months (and two days, not that we’re counting). If you’ve followed my writing on The Frisky or on my personal blog, City Wendy, you probably already know a little about him. But if you’ve only read my advice columns, you may not be as familiar. Since I’ll be referencing him here occasionally — especially in my personal essays — and he’ll make appearances from time to time, I wanted to properly introduce him.
The video above is from Drew’s video series called “Good Luck Everyone,” where he tells funny little stories and stuff. He started his first video series last year when his job sent him to Vancouver for six weeks to cover the Olympics. If you watch carefully, you can see me make a drunken appearance or two (I joined him for the last two weeks of his stay. …I have since joined a gym. Also, my hair doesn’t look so dumb anymore.).
In addition to making short videos, Drew also makes short films, writes funny songs, plays the ukulele, makes a mean meatloaf, and impersonates Henry Kissinger on Twitter. He was born and bred in Manhattan, went to the “Fame” high school, studied art in college, published a comic strip called “The Adventures of a Tuna Fish Sandwich,” ran a baby clothes business for a short time (he screen-pressed his own drawings onto onesies and t-shirts), and has written and illustrated a couple of fantastic children’s books which he hopes to eventually publish. He’s also one of the kindest, most generous people I’ve ever met, and he makes me laugh even on my bluest days. At the risk of sounding shmaltzy (too late?), I really adore him.
Also, he is a die hard Yankees fan. He would want you to know that.
P.S. Isn’t my cat, Miles, cute?