Chocolate

At one o'clock on thursday afternoon, I get your text.  Although I slept at your house and you told me to come over again after class, I had plans at that moment and politely declined.  My plans had since been cancelled and you knew I was bummed because I really miss the friend I was supposed to have plans with.  Your text says you'll see me tonight because we are going to the movie that I was supposed to go to and then we are going to the skinny pancake and then we are going to go grocery shopping at ten o'clock at night because Derry forgot to buy food.  You tell me if I don't like it, I can deal with it. So you take me to the movies and then we go to the skinny pancake and get what we always get and then I drag one of those cute little baskets around the City Market at ten o'clock at night.

I've written a blog post about you before, and I've said what I'm going to say before but dammit I'm going to say it again because I want to.

We don't have the deepest conversations.  We don't (usually) have long heartfelt talks and our conversations mostly consist of one of us saying something entirely ridiculous, vaguely sexual, or just plain disgusting and the other person saying in an exasperated tone of voice, "I hate you."  We eat a lot of unhealthy food and we go swimming (in hottubs, rivers, and pools we've snuck into) way too much.  But you are the person I best get along with.  You understand me and I don't think there's ever been a time I can remember that I was really, truly mad at you.

I can't explain what a godsend you have been.  And I've probably been one to you to, not to sound too cocky.  But we always deal with each other when we cry.  We make each other get out of the car and drive when the other person is too upset, we put each other to bed when we fall asleep in basements, we remind each other to take medication and whenever you are in the valley and I'm in the valley and you stop at coffee roasters, I get a text saying, "What do you want to drink?"

We have a relationship that would seem dysfunctional to many, but works really, really well for us.  I depend on you a lot, and you depend on me.  We eat too much food and we yell too loudly and we get called hooligans and people don't understand why I am friends with my brother's ex-girlfriend, but I love you with my entire heart and I know you feel the same way.  I know that because I've never felt more secure in a friendship.

So at eleven o'clock thursday night we've just stopped at City Market and I am now munching on cucumbers in the green jeep.  The top is off and we are both freezing but you look at me and I look at you and we both start to yell, "3, 2, 1.... GO!"  And we throw our hands up into the night air and see how long you can not hold the wheel of the car all while yelling "COME AND GET ME!" And we both know how cliche it is, but we laugh like devils and do it all the same.

Thanks.  Its a good life with you.

"Now we run run away from the boys in the blue, and my car smells like chocolate"

"I'm a lucky man maybe I should play the lotto."