The Face of Sexy

Today, since nothing too exciting happened yesterday beyond work and my dog pooping out a worm (I threw up a little in my mouth) thanks to the deworming medication, I thought I'd take requests. My friend stepped in and gave me a topic to write about - him. Typical male ego, I'll tell you, but, there is a story attached that I forgot to mention.

Last weekend, while in Buffalo, I forgot to mention who saved me from puking at the wedding from one too many glasses of wine combined with shots of Southern Comfort that I was doing with my friend's mom. John #2 stepped in to save the day. While attending a stag, he willingly drove out to east bum-f to pick me up and drive me home to the safety of my parent's house where my sister was waiting for me with an everything bagel with cream cheese.

John #2 is actually #1 and I wanted to give him a shout out (that's him in the picture with BOTH his middle fingers extended - he is so suave). John receives the gold star of the day. In my opinion (and his as well), he is "the face of sexy" and completely well-rounded (um, he did not make me say that). Although he's a perv, he's happily married, a stellar friend and easy on the eyes. He also does a killer impersonation of Chewbaca from Star Wars and works as a successful financial advisor in Buffalo. As an added bonus, he also knows how to think quick on his feet. One evening, after a few drinks at a local pub, he came home and didn't have the energy to make it upstairs to his room where his wife was sleeping comfortably. But, it was a cold night in Buffalo, so what is a man to do? What else? He pulled the tablecloth off the dining room table and wrapped himself up like a taco and slept soundly on the floor until his mother-in-law, who was coming to visit, woke him up. See? Smart too.

I've often wondered why adventures follow me where ever I go. And then it dawned on me. It's not genetic. It's magnetic. My friends and I are all certifiable freaks. It has nothing to do with my family - it's my FRIENDS. IT'S ALL THEIR FAULT. But I love it. Boring friends = boring life. Freaky friends = adventures and a life filled with good times and weird shit (no pun intended from the doggie accident last night). I've known John #2 since I was 17 (if you review blog entry #2 you will remember that he broke my heart in 1995, which I've since just barely gotten over), and he is definitely one of those friends that fits in that category. Yesterday he was telling me about an eye infection he has because he was playing drunk golf and got walloped in the eyeball with a divot-thingy - only him - or me would that happen to.

So I've learned to embrace my adventures - that's kind of the point to this blog. Adventures are what make life worth living and the adventures come with your friends who also make life worth living. And family. And shoes. That is our lesson for the day, children. Well, that and deworming medication on dogs actually works, but I like the prior lesson better. Embrace your freakiness, my friends. I have embraced mine and I have also embraced yours.

PS: This blog will NOT turn into a "shout out" blog. So, John #2, you are the lucky one. Enjoy your 15 minutes of fame and to the rest of you, when I ask you for requests, don't make me write about you, no matter how much I love you!!