Happy Birthday Husband-To-Be

IM’d with Clingy. Talked to Smoke at lunch. Nothing too exciting. I’m still weirded out by my dream about Jas. Maybe Sca and Dorothy are right and he was a ghost. I wish he would stop haunting me.

Another realization is that one of my best friends from back in the day, BS, is turning 29 today. You know that one guy you’ve been friends with for like 15 years? You’ve both taken your turn at having a crush on the other one. You’ve seen each other through heartache and hangovers and breakups and make-ups. He’s seen you without makeup too many times to count. He’s dried your tears and hugged you tightly on the nights you just didn’t think it could get any worse. He assured you it could always be worse and he was usually right. We met in at our lockers my first day of junior high at a new school. I told him his hair looked funny. He had a complex about it for years to come. We grew together through junior high, helped each other barely survive the trials of high school and I even lived with him in his fraternity house for awhile in college. One drunken night in college at the young age of 20 and after seeing “My Best Friends Wedding” we made a deal we would get married when we were 30. I said we should start doing it when we were 28 if we weren’t getting it anywhere else just to make sure that was cool. We shook on it. It seemed like forever away. Man, time flies.

I call him and wish him a happy birthday. I love reminding him that he is six months older than me. We joke about how different our lives are now. He acts like he’s 50 and I act like I’m 21. He still lives within 15 minutes of his entire family. He barely ever dates. He hasn’t had sex in years and he’s perfectly content hunting, fishing and watching sports with his dog at his side for the rest of his life. And keep in mind, he’s hot. He’s a total catch. He could easily get laid if he wanted to. Myself on the other hand, well, we all know what I’ve been up to. BS says he’ll try to come see me this summer. Last time I saw him we ended up in Tijuana drinking too much tequila, taking pictures on donkeys that were painted like zebras and wearing hats that said “Rico”. Anyway, we talk for over an hour and I’m so happy when I get off the phone with him. It’s like hanging out with Jose. There were years in my life when they were the two most important men around. I promise to keep in better touch. I mean, especially if we’re getting married in a year. Ha! Gloves calls as I’m getting ready for bed. He just wanted to check in and see how my day was. We actually have a really good talk. I assure him not to be worried about me. I’m not the fragile, innocent angel he appears to think I am. We bullshit for over an hour until we’re both about to fall asleep on the phone. He says he’s going to try and get home this weekend. I hope he does.