Well, No Wonder Y'all Are My Friends

I have many talented, wonderful, amazing friends. The one thing we have in common is we are all crazy, and have somewhat off kilter senses of humor. Here is a small sampling of conversations, or examples, of why we are all made for each other.

I got an email from one of my gal pals. She has monthly treatments for a medical reason. She comes out of treatments woozy and a bit out of it. Her email said this: "Wow...I know my meds during treatment week sometimes make me spacey but today was an all-time high. I haven't been able to find one of my Phillips screwdrivers since my last round of treatment--that was the last time I used it. Found it in my freezer just a few minutes ago when I was rearranging some stuff so things wouldn't fall out. WTF?" I responded,

"Cold Phillips screwdriver: good for one hot screw! (I should be an ad exec)." I'm hella punny. Leave me alone. This email she sent made me laugh so hard, because it is totally something I would do. I once couldn't find my keys for hours 'cause I hadn't put them in their proper place. I found them in the garbage. Don't ask, 'cause I have no idea.

I went to see Roger Waters performing The Wall last Friday. Make fun all you want, but this is one of the most iconic albums ever produced, and I felt I should go so I could learn to appreciate it more. Plus, it was a free ticket. I can't tell a lie. We had to do quite a bit of walking from the train to dinner, and then back to the show. Luckily, I was with a friend who had a very similar sense of humor. We were walking and I started singing to get a song stuck in his head. He said, "Whoa! You better cut that out or I'm coming back with Lady by Lionel Richie." I said, "Oh, really?" and then proceeded to belt out, "And besiiyyeeeeyide me, is wherehair...I want youhooooo to beeeee. You're the looooohuv of my liyehife. You're my layday!" Then we moved on to "I wanna rock" and then the other would yell, "Rock!" which then changed to other rhyming things like, "I wanna flock...of sheep!" or "I wanna crock....slow cooker!" We seriously went way further with this than necessary until Bradley gave up and couldn't think of any more things to rhyme. I kept going of course, as I tend to beat dead horses long after they're dead. "I wanna frock...monk time!" "I wanna cock...a doodle do." (don't be nasty). "I wanna shock....I killed 5 co-eds!" I couldn't stop. My head kept coming up with nonsense. I think I dreamt about I wanna rock that night. Also, while at dinner at a place that had communal seating, a couple was seated by us. They looked at the menu then walked out. I looked at Bradley and said, "Well, I never! I swear I took a shower today. It may have just been with a washcloth that I spat upon. But c'mon people!" He said, "They hated us." I said, "Good, I didn't really want to share my table anyways. So take that!" We then went on to laugh about Bradley ordering weinerschnitzel, because he just wanted to be able to say weiner. I mentioned to the server he didn't even like weinerschnitzel, but he did really like talking about weiners. Bradley chimed in with, "I try to talk about them at least twice a day." We're nothing if not mature. And dapper. We're dapperly mature. Don Draper has nothing on us. Last night we had a texting string of about how people try to be really smart and impress others. We both decided it was dumb and we'd rather talk about nonsense. I said, "So when you come over, no talk of quantum physics then?" He replied, "But we can talk about Quantum Leap." I replied, "I'd rather play leap frog. But with your knee and my back, that wouldn't end well." He responded, "First blood leap frog." To which I wrote, "Extreme leap frog!" Then came from him, "Leap frog death match." This went on a while 'til I ended it with, "Leap Frog 6 - The Reckoning."

When I first met my best friend Christina, we went on a road trip. We didn't know each other that well and it was kind of a gamble to be driving to southern California together, so soon after we met. But that trip is what made me fall madly in love with her. We talked and laughed so hard. Then, at one point in the trip her mp3 player started with "Rhythm of the Night." We both looked at each other as this is a song that may annoy some people and leave them wondering why someone our age would have it on their iPod. We both quickly smiled and started singing and dancing very heartily. "Forget about the worries on your mind. You can leave them alllll behind!" To this day I think fondly of that trip and how much fun we had turning and singing to other cars on the freeway. She was not as happy when one time in my car the iPod started on Footloose. I love me some Kenny Loggins! She is also has a fear of Patrick Swayze. So every couple of months I'd send her a YouTube link with a note like, "I just heard this new band. They are so good!" and she would open it and it'd be "She's Like The Wind." She fell for it EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. She finally told me how much it actually bothered her so I stopped. I kind of invented the rickroll, before there was a rickroll. Also, we have this game that whenever we're depressed, we end our emails with PAUL RUDD! Because you can't be sad when you are thinking of Paul Rudd. Yesterday Christina and I were talking about what a huge suckfest 2012 has been. Then she ended the email with, "PAUL RUDD WHISPERING SWEET NOTHINGS IN MY EAR FEEDING ME CHEESECAKE!" and I reponded with my long whiney response and then exclaimed, "PAUL RUDD SINGING 'RHYTHM OF THE NIGHT' TO US WHILE WEARING ONLY BOXERS!" It kinda works.

My friends pretty much all share one thing: we all have a very strange sense of humor, and we don't take life too seriously. It is such an important trait to me. And I notice that most folks who have been through a lot, have had to develop the skill of letting things roll off your shoulders, or making light of some terrible situations (sometimes to the wild offense of some people). But it's necessary for us, and I honestly think that laughter really IS the best medicine.

Happy picture of the day: Giants stadium. I had never been here before this concert and it is such a beautiful stadium I may need to start going to baseball games. That's the San Francisco bay off in the distance. Boats hang out there to catch home runs and fouls. At night you can see the lights on the Oakland hills. It's quite lovely.