yes, you 6 ladies know who I mean - you are the ones that married into this crazy group of men. You are the ones that stand with me on the sidelines, sometimes speechless, mostly giggling as these men in polo shirts and gap jeans call out "What up ni***z!", drink 40s (ok, that may have been a few years ago), pour some out for tupac and biggie, and change from these straight-laced accountants/lawyers/computer geeks,into this posse of men. We have spent the past 10 years trying to figure out what these guys are doing and although some of you (ok 3 of you) have been around this through their college years - you have helped the rest of us become oriented into the gang and now actually enjoy (even though we are still amazed) with the antics that come along with them. I may have committed the faux pas of making one of the members move out of TX, but really, how can you not be a part of this surreal little world. I can remember the first time that I have met each one of you - R and L - you were around from the beginning and I thank you for taking me under my wing and helping me to understand this crazy little world - M, T, W - I know that we have all been in that place - we have fought the craziness and alas we have lost - but it was too our own benefit. To J who just married into this - good luck. You may think that living in Seattle means that you are shielded from this - but let me tell you - you can run, but you sure as heck can't hide. WE will find you and encompass you whether you want it or not.
You ladies, have never made me laugh so hard as you did this past weekend. R - we missed you dearly, and I do hope that your grandmother is doing better. You were in our hearts all weekend. As for the rest of you - not many people can get a pregnant lady out on the dance floor doing a foot loose dance - pregnant belly and boobies flapping in the wind. Knocking over the bride and grooms mothers and almost kicking flowergirls in the head because our vision is clouded with the tears that are from laughing too hard. Few of us can actually almost ruin a ceremony because we are laughing so hard that we are snorting while they complete their readings - only to look up to see our husbands boring holes into our heads to make the giggles even harder - mascara streaming down our faces. Or ruin a father-daughter dance because of my ignorance with country music - I mean really it did sound like father's dance and not father's hands. Then again, father's hands makes a bit more sense. Or to give an audible gasp as you watch them recoil at the attempt of your father giving you a quick kiss.
Weekends like this make me long for Houston. You are all such wonderful friends and although we have friends up here - there is nothing like knowing someone for 10 years. Even though we only see you once a year, talking occasionally over email, you all have become such close friends to us. We may be 30 something with work and toddlers running around, but together you can make me feel like a teenage girl - all giggles and silliness and for that I thank you. Hmm, good friends, cheap housing... Now if only we could get rid of the in-laws in your backyard issue....
There are few people that you can not be around all the time and yet in a mere 3 seconds of being back together you feel like you are home. Thank you for that. Thank you for letting me be the first to hear your good news, your bad news, your fears and your gossip. Thank you for listening to me tell you the same and hear that it is perfectly normal. Thank you for being my second family. For that - we are eternally grateful.
Carolinas - you have no idea what you are in for next summer. No pregnant wives (yet), a truckload of kids, gangsta accountants.... What more could you ask for?