and that request is that I talk about someone other than myself for once. And the person I am to talk about is
I met
Neighbors and coworkers, we were instant companions. John has this amazing ability to seek out the juiciest parts of a story. He’s also incredibly good at setting me up with his friends*. One time I had a crush on this one friend of his that turned out to be gay. That didn’t work out, obvs.
We’ve worked together almost ever since. And lived close to each other randomly on multiple occassions.
He gives good advice and he’s always supportive. He knows just the buttons to push to make me cry at lunch. And that happens embarassingly often.
He started the Jennifer Heller Daily Report, which I still enjoy looking back on. I enjoy teasing him about his weight gain and his eating habits. It’s pretty much a match made in heaven.
His annual birthday party is always one of the most drunken nights of my year. Can’t complain about that.
One time we made out in the parking lot of the Hotsy Totsy while my boyfriend at the time was playing pool. That was pretty awesome.
We used to go to lunch at Le Petite Cheval all the time. If I was lucky, he would dump glasses of water in my lap.
One day I spit in his face. Since then, we’ve taken to spitting at each other.
We’re still playing this game where we get to knock food out of each other’s hands. I have two turns left. He better watch out.
So thank you,
God, I hope I learned my lesson.
This blog entry is dedicated to my great friend, and true companion,
*I definitely intend never to let him set me up again, though, FYI.
Questions? Comment? Cigars? Cigarettes?
Your brown sweater is still here but in our new location. Pat just wore it to smoke.
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