Just a quick word this evening about my two good friends RP (P) and GH (G). True, GH is a woman and hence cannot technically be classified as a Bro, but I think she will approve of the title nonetheless. No one has ever understood me more nor made me laugh as much as these two individuals over the course of time. Many times I find myself laughing outright while walking down the street because of something they may have said years ago. Today was one of those days. With P, it is always some exploit I never would have attempted without him. Perhaps it is the way I process and store information, simply a testament to her sense of comedic timing or a remnant of the fact that we parted ways geographically earlier in life, but I often remember my conversations with G more vividly than things we have done together. I hope to find myself playing Scene It with a bottle of wine after a nice dinner with both of them (and all our spouses I suppose :) ) for many, many years to come. Incidentally, Scene It is the greatest game of all time and if you have never played it, you are missing out.
One of my many priceless memories of P is from his bachelor party. With a few other guys, we went to float the Illinois River for the a day. While the other co-best man (to be read with a discernible bitterness :) ) and I arranged for a boat, the others unloaded the car and milled about the shop. When P came out, he was wearing a coozie from the boat company fixed with a velcro strap to go around his neck. Needless to say over the course of the day, the character Bob Coozie the River Guide was conceived of, developed, revered, heckled and finally retired as by far the greatest River Guide in Oklahoma history. A man, a mystery ... a legend. We enjoyed this trip so much that upon finishing 2 hours earlier than we thought, we carried the boat up to the office and promptly paid for another trip. It gives me great pleasure to know that once in a while, though P is now a married lawyer living in a suburb, Bob Coozie makes an appearance in the Spring and Summer when it comes time to mow the lawn at the P household.
Today for some reason I thought of the time I told G I had been horse back riding on my honeymoon. Before I could begin to tell her of my dislike for the activity, she immediately said that she thought that was a terrible idea and began to do a spot on impression of me uncomfortably negotiating with a horse about our mutual reliance and my appreciation for him going in the necessary direction. It was eerily accurate even though I have never even been near a horse in her presence. Upon Amber asking whether or not G liked horses, she replied, "Of course ... they're delicious." Classic, brilliant and hilarious.
One of my many priceless memories of P is from his bachelor party. With a few other guys, we went to float the Illinois River for the a day. While the other co-best man (to be read with a discernible bitterness :) ) and I arranged for a boat, the others unloaded the car and milled about the shop. When P came out, he was wearing a coozie from the boat company fixed with a velcro strap to go around his neck. Needless to say over the course of the day, the character Bob Coozie the River Guide was conceived of, developed, revered, heckled and finally retired as by far the greatest River Guide in Oklahoma history. A man, a mystery ... a legend. We enjoyed this trip so much that upon finishing 2 hours earlier than we thought, we carried the boat up to the office and promptly paid for another trip. It gives me great pleasure to know that once in a while, though P is now a married lawyer living in a suburb, Bob Coozie makes an appearance in the Spring and Summer when it comes time to mow the lawn at the P household.
Today for some reason I thought of the time I told G I had been horse back riding on my honeymoon. Before I could begin to tell her of my dislike for the activity, she immediately said that she thought that was a terrible idea and began to do a spot on impression of me uncomfortably negotiating with a horse about our mutual reliance and my appreciation for him going in the necessary direction. It was eerily accurate even though I have never even been near a horse in her presence. Upon Amber asking whether or not G liked horses, she replied, "Of course ... they're delicious." Classic, brilliant and hilarious.
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