Rarely do I come straight home from work craving a beer. Stopping off at the bar on the way home usually takes care of that. Today I sat in my garage for an extra minute letting the end of "Ain't No Other Man" go off the radio and thinking about a frosty mug of goodness. I darted into the house and before I even put my purse down, flung open the refrigerator door to grab a cold one.
You never know what kind of beer I'll have in stock and after a couple of days I forget what's in there. Opening my fridge is usually a beer adventure. Except for today. Today I opened the refrigerator to find ONE Coors Light. How could this be? I had some German beer, some Irish beer, a couple of Bud Lights and I had just bought a 12-pack of Coors less than a week ago. When did the beer fairy move into my kitchen and start stealing precious nectar of the gods from me?
Oh. It happened Sunday morning.
I remember now. Friends. Drinks. Music. Dice. Cigarettes. Bumming. Laughing. Depletion.
This has me thinking. I know all the reasons we love our friends, but what about all those reasons we don't?
- Friends WILL drink your beer
- Friends will have sex at your house
- Friends will want to the leave the party before you do
- Friends will let you drive when you're hammered because they are more hammered
- Friends expect you to like their pets and children
- Friends won't always call before stopping by
- Friends don't mop for you, even though they track in the dirt
- Friends will let you go out in a sleeveless top, only to learn when the pictures come back that your arms look like glowing white huge mutant pork loins
- Friends will try and involve you in their doomed money making schemes
- Friends will mock your love of Magnum, PI and obsession with MacGyver
- Friends won't leave comments on your blog
Before you think I'm being critical, remember that I am a friend too. I'm guilty of 8 of the above. Good luck figuring those out. And if I were to generate a list of all the wonderful things friends will do, well, you would be disgusted and quit reading rather quickly. Besides, it's already been explained by Dion Warwick.
Tonight Killer is in Oxford at Chris's art show, meeting Mel and Fishdog. I am excited about the post that is sure to come. I am also disappointed. Why haven't Jester and Orthur Me hooked up with the K-Man since he's out that way? I think that meeting would signal the Apocalypse, yet I'd love for it to happen. And I'd love to be right up in the middle of it all, drinking Jester's beer and bumming Orther Me's smokes.
