I don’t wanna grow up . . . but then again . . .
My best friend got engaged on the tenth. I wanted to post earlier, but I’ve been tired and lazy. I’m really happy. Paul has been my best friend since the fifth grade. We’ve spent very little time together since we graduated High School, but hopefully that’s going to turn around. He’s one of those people who is just himself without feeling the need to beat you across the head with his individuality.
He did the whole thing up in high style, surprising his fiance with a trip out to their California stomping grounds from when they met. He hired a wedding coordinator to set up this amazing beachfront affair, and wrote a song to serve as the proposal. Then he set up a celebratory dinner the next day for some close friends. That’s where I came in. We all got to say hi and see them for the first time since they moved out to Pennsylvania, and then Austin.
Check out this rock:
I guess you can grow up and still be a Toys ‘R’ Us Kid, because he and I surprisingly fell right back into our friendship, for which I was immensely glad. It’s been a disappointing few years to me, and it was good to know that some of the things I’ve always treasured in my life are still valid.
Congratulations, my dear friend!
