Okay, so these are my boys . . . well, sort of. I'll name them off for you and you can see what cool, muscular, and generally good-looking friends I have. Then I'll tell you why they are my friends and how we hanged (hung?) out on Friday night. So, here's the lineup from left to right, top to bottom: Colton "Gimp" Groves, Lucas "Divorce the Mountains" McDonald, Eric "SonnyJim" DePaulsen, and someone who looks amazingly like Blake "SuitDaddy" Porter (but really it's just a model - no picture of SuitDaddy available on such short notice).
These fellas and I used to be friends at a place called Pioneer Bible Camp (please note - the use of past tense denotes solely the fact that we are no longer at PBC). This is our story. We met one beautiful summer afternoon for a week of nonstop fun and Mission Impossible-style action adventures. As so often happens to guys who randomly meet, we quickly formed a cabin - except for SonnyJim who decided he was too good to be in our cabin and formed his own. Nonetheless, we accepted him and several other like-minded adventurers into our group, the Simeonites. For a week, life was beautiful. We threw flour bombs at each other, we won cabin cleanup contests, we clocked the fastest chariot times, and we played a strangely fascinating competition known only to great minds as "Byoofuhduh," all the while shouting things like, "Simeon, BE QUIET!!!"' Ahh, life couldn't have gotten better. And it didn't, it got worse.
At the end of the week, we parted ways for time and all autumn, not knowing when or even if we would see each other again. Meanwhile, the evil villain Murkor developed his villifying peanut butter bomb. Horrors!
Sorry, wrong story - what really happened is that the four of us were reunited Friday night in a glorious celebration of everything that freedom stands for. We laughed, we cried, we played video games, we made fun of SuitDaddy and Divorce the Mountains. We almost went so far as to eat out, but opted for a large vat of popcorn instead (there are some things that are just too wild, even for friends like us). And now, I must use the bane of all yearbook tag lines: "A good time was had by all." I hate that line. But yeah, thanks guys for the good times. It's been too long, but I can almost assure you that this won't be the last time that I will visit Utah. I think that some days I can hear the mountains calling to me like a small baby eagle calls to its mother when it's hungry. Hmm . . . that's strange . . . .
And here, I must issue two disclaimers. Disclaimer #1 - for those of you who have read this and have a lowered opinion of my somber writing ability, let me assure you that it is indeed late and I am recovering from a massive headache, both of which tend to make me randomly spacey (as evidenced in this post by the randoms, spaces, and numerous occurances of parentheses).
Disclaimer #2 - for all my other Simeonites who read this, your turn is approaching. Stand fast therefore in the hope that I may surprise you as I have attempted to surprise these my fellows. Also, you will be blogged over the head after I do surprise you.
Aaaaand . . . out.
Imaginative feeling of the evening: Imagine yourself being blogged over the head repeatedly with a blunt blog. What a feeling!
2 comments:
Nathan my friend!
that night was so fun.
we need to hang out like that more often
Have a safe trip back home buddy!
Nice...... now I know why mother Tigers eat their young.
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