Part of the reason I was downloading music is that I’m making another mix. My friend Jeff turns 30 next week, and so tomorrow night we’re going out. Jeff and I have been friends since 7th grade – we met in math class, so at least I got one good thing out of 7th grade math. And since he was also a music guy, we spent a lot of time together in high school.
We were occasionally partners in our show choir and once we had to gaze into each other’s eyes romantically while someone else sang a solo. Of course we couldn’t just sit there quietly and so we started whispering things to each other like “you’re the scum on my soap dish” or “I love you like I love the little piece of wilted lettuce at the bottom of the fridge.” Needless to say, we got in trouble for laughing during a SERIOUS song. We still sign our emails to each other in that way. And I can’t actually remember the last time I called him “Jeff” when I talk to him. One time in high school (again) we were talking about how we had a hard time pronouncing our names when we were little – I called myself “Ambo” and he called himself “Beffrey Nonnooner.” His last name is rather difficult to pronounce for a little kid and actually nothing at all like Nonnooner. But ever since then, we’ve been Beffrey and Ambo.
I once got a letter from him in college on Valentine’s Day. It was doused in cologne and was the cheesiest love letter ever – supposedly written by Mitch, a guy I had a ginormous crush on. In the letter, “Mitch” was professing his undying love for me and it came complete with occasional words smeared by “tears.” I laughed so much – it was a great Valentine’s gift.
Anyway, now that we’ve conquered our teens and 20s together, we move into our 30s. We’ve been friends for more than half our lives – and I imagine we’ll probably be celebrating many more birthdays together. So tomorrow night I’ll raise my glass to my boy Beffrey – Happy 30th Birthday my little moldy apple core!!
*The picture is us on Halloween -- you can't see his outfit, but he has a sport coat covered in playing cards and there's a dorsal fin on his back -- he's a Card Shark. And I'm well, STREET.*