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Let the memory of Joey P live on by benefiting our community. Even the smallest donation will help ensure that this tragedy was not in vain.

Joey Pinasco Memorial Scholarship Fund

Attn: Lori Lippincott

1528 Yosemite Ave.

Escalon, CA 95320


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We are going to have a proper website

With the urging of the readers of this blog we will be building a website that will contain various things Joey. You will not be disappointed and it should be up by years end or the first part of next year. Please feel free to post about content that you would like to see or ideas for features that would be available on the site. I would say the name of the site, but we haven't purchased the domain yet and I would hate for an internet pirate to steal it and hold it ransom. Thank you all for the love and support you have shown in your heartfelt words. Keep the submissions coming.

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Saturday, December 6, 2008

Alana Ghilotti remembers Joey

Joey, the first time I met you was at your sisters wedding. My sister, Alyssa, “booty bumped” every other girl till she could shove me in your face on the dance floor and you took the bait. We danced the whole night, and then you dropped me flat on the floor, mid dip. (My body hurt so badly the next day!) It was a hilarious moment which I’ll never forget, but hope few people witnessed. You spent the rest of the night apologizing, proposing and attempting to convince me that kissing you was a great idea. Well, I did forgive you, but I didn’t say yes to either of the other questions. At the time I had no idea that I wasn’t the first girl you’d proposed to nor would I be the last. (Based on the other blogs I’ve read.) When I awoke the next day I had a slew of voice and text messages from you. You had an undeniable charm which few guys could pull off while yelling at a lady to get their butt to the bar. Let’s just say I was intrigued.

For the next few months we “text flirted” quite a bit and occasionally talked on the phone. You were always trying to convince me that you were the good guy and not the “player” which I thought. Well, once again your secrets were revealed and Joey, yes you were quite the player, and a darn good one. But no one would have wanted it any other way.

I talked to you the night you died. It was the evening of my sister’s house warming party and Adri was there. We talked briefly about you, and it had been a while since I had heard from you. So I decided to initiate a text message conversation. We joked, chatted and flirted as always. I asked you if you missed me and your reply was “Yes, of course.” You then asked if I missed you. In my ever present sarcastic and guarded nature I said, “No.” I still struggle to deal with that. That was the last thing I ever said to you.

Joey, I do miss you. I think about you all the time. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry but your there. There are many things which I regret in our brief relationship. I should have always said yes. So, Yes Joey I will kiss you. Yes Joey, I will marry you. And Yes Joey, I do miss you.

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