July is the month for birthdays... at least for the cool kids. Up today is best friend Chris Wrenn. Chris and I have been so close for so long that before he married Lisa there was rampant speculation that he and I were a couple, including friends who knew us well. (Thanks, Lisa!)Chris and I met our first year of high school. He was the guy who was so quiet you started to wonder if he took a vow of silence but when he finally spoke you fell over laughing at the sharp observations and Sahara dry wit. (Then of course you would try to tell someone else of the hysterical thing Wrenn said and it would never come off nearly as well.)
Since that freshman year of high school there has been years of adventures involving cops, angry girlfriends, would be girlfriends, drunks on planes, petulant Swiss boyfriends, The Simpsons, secret service impersonations, roommates fornicating in shared spaces, over indulging, The Lord of All, road trips, "Mister Rogers has been arrested", not getting bumped into first class, prostitutes, gambling, Risk/Illuminati arguments, guacamole, "please listen", golfing in heat waves, stealing communion wine, fending off rumors of "the gay", breakdowns, failing at a much higher level, marriage, children, and far, far too many bad vaults. (No, I am not explaining any of that; see above about trying to repeat Chris stuff.)
Cannot think of a better man to have gone through all of that and more with. Happy Birthday, Chris.
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