Lets talk about my friend Al. We went to college together, and he is one of my most favorite people in the whole wide world.
Al and I are very, very different people. He's a boy and I’m a girl. He's a skinny nerd and I'm a fat dork. He's liberal and I'm conservative. He's musically inclined and I cannot carry a tune in a bucket. He's a Yankee and I’m a Southern Belle. In fact, Al and I have absolutely nothing in common, except that we went to college together and lived in the same dorm.
Despite all those differences we are friends and we still genuinely like each other. And do you know why? Because we have something binding us stronger than diverse origins, political beliefs and talents. Al and I survived the undergraduate experience together and that creates a really strong bond. I think it's like surviving a plane crash with each other. You do what you gotta to you make it down that snow-covered mountain alive. As fate would have it, Al and I made it through the initial impact alive and after four or five days of starving, together we chose which crash victim to eat first.
That's how college bonds people. Even years later after we've recovered and moved on with our lives, we still find ourselves unexplainably tied to the few who shared those experiences with us. We know things no one else does about each other. Think of all the giant mistakes we made or terrific accomplishments that we experienced together. That was the time in our lives that defined our futures. The choices we made set in motion our very existence today.
And I don't know about you, but I sure am glad photos exist to document those mistakes:
PHOTO REMOVED BY REQUEST (SORRY AL!)
Oh, Al, I'm not sure how you're going to react to this. Part of me thinks you'll think it is the funniest piece of photography ever taken. Then you'll go through every image file on your hard drive until you find something of equal comedic value that I've done. The other part of me – the part of me that knows you're a grown up now and an honest-to-god professor at a top university is screaming in my ear. It's saying: HE WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE IN RETALIATION, BITCH. Before you drive to Houston and kill me, Al, you should probably know Everette was the one who shared this with me. It's entirely his fault that I couldn't resist the urge to put in on the World Wide Web. He knows I'm weak.
Also, please know that I'm sorry that I'm not a better person and that I can't help but share this. I really, really wish I weren't such an asshole. You are a wonderful friend and you deserve better. You know, I think I could have resisted posting this, if it weren't for your pose. I mean, you are totally selling me on the outfit. You make me BELIEVE that you are the peppiest goddamned cheerleader EVER. That kind of spirit just can't be held back. It must be shared with the world.
Give me an A!
Give me an L!
What does that spell?
Al!
Al!
Al!
Goooooooo Al!
Al and I are very, very different people. He's a boy and I’m a girl. He's a skinny nerd and I'm a fat dork. He's liberal and I'm conservative. He's musically inclined and I cannot carry a tune in a bucket. He's a Yankee and I’m a Southern Belle. In fact, Al and I have absolutely nothing in common, except that we went to college together and lived in the same dorm.
Despite all those differences we are friends and we still genuinely like each other. And do you know why? Because we have something binding us stronger than diverse origins, political beliefs and talents. Al and I survived the undergraduate experience together and that creates a really strong bond. I think it's like surviving a plane crash with each other. You do what you gotta to you make it down that snow-covered mountain alive. As fate would have it, Al and I made it through the initial impact alive and after four or five days of starving, together we chose which crash victim to eat first.
That's how college bonds people. Even years later after we've recovered and moved on with our lives, we still find ourselves unexplainably tied to the few who shared those experiences with us. We know things no one else does about each other. Think of all the giant mistakes we made or terrific accomplishments that we experienced together. That was the time in our lives that defined our futures. The choices we made set in motion our very existence today.
And I don't know about you, but I sure am glad photos exist to document those mistakes:
PHOTO REMOVED BY REQUEST (SORRY AL!)
Oh, Al, I'm not sure how you're going to react to this. Part of me thinks you'll think it is the funniest piece of photography ever taken. Then you'll go through every image file on your hard drive until you find something of equal comedic value that I've done. The other part of me – the part of me that knows you're a grown up now and an honest-to-god professor at a top university is screaming in my ear. It's saying: HE WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE IN RETALIATION, BITCH. Before you drive to Houston and kill me, Al, you should probably know Everette was the one who shared this with me. It's entirely his fault that I couldn't resist the urge to put in on the World Wide Web. He knows I'm weak.
Also, please know that I'm sorry that I'm not a better person and that I can't help but share this. I really, really wish I weren't such an asshole. You are a wonderful friend and you deserve better. You know, I think I could have resisted posting this, if it weren't for your pose. I mean, you are totally selling me on the outfit. You make me BELIEVE that you are the peppiest goddamned cheerleader EVER. That kind of spirit just can't be held back. It must be shared with the world.
Give me an A!
Give me an L!
What does that spell?
Al!
Al!
Al!
Goooooooo Al!
6 comments:
Oh, you are a veeeerrrry bad girl!! But I love that you gave me such a belly laugh today!
Happy Halloween,
Jennie
You ratted me out! Curse you!
A pox on your house!
He knows the origin of this photo.
If it pops up anywhere he knows I have somehow infiltrated his surroundings.
Oh I can't wait till my friends from the USM sax studio are all teaching.
Then I can rake in the big bucks from blackmailing them.
Moral of the story:
Friends don't let friends pass out drunk with lamp shades on their heads, unless someone has a camera readily available.
We should save this if he ever decides to reproduce. And, no, that doesn't give anyone an open license to start telling Phoebe stories about her mommy.
no stories for my son either!
it's a pact, Tree.
Too late, Tree.
Just wait until your kid grows up. I promise I will be the first to tell her stories about her mom and dad! :-)
-Al
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