Now I know that I could put up some glamorous card about "best friends" but to be honest none of them really hit the nail one the head.
Despite what the hallmark people would deceive you into believing, best friends aren't people that make you coffee in the morning or hold you when you cry; those are good friends, those are the kinds of peoples you should hold on to.
It has occurred to me that all my best friends are the kinds of people who say... laugh when I get hurt, they borrow my things and I have to just accept I may never see my corona caps again and if I do they'll be stained with catchup. Best friends can call you stupid to your face in such a way they manage to convince you, they don't care to show up for your set at Word Stock because they've heard all your songs and have to set up their drum kit for stage one even though my set was about 30+ minuets and setting up an average jo Tamma Drum kit with Birch shells and basswood inner ply will only takes 10.
You know, my best guy friend was even shocked when I told him he was my best friend. And you know Sam, so am I.
And that one time you held me when I cried doesn't count because in the morning I found out you wer actually sleep walking and happened to stumble on poor little me all miserable on the couch.
Yes, best friends are those magnetic people who for no good reason at all you just can't get enough of. They roll their eyes when you say "why can't you do this for me just once, think of all the things I do for you"!
So why do you love the guy so much Clay? Alright I'll tell you, where else can one find a guy who will show you his bare ass on the spot, no questions asked? Where on Gods green earth can you find a guy who's eyes say more then he ever does making it impossible for him to lie?
And even though Sam has never been that good at giving advice, just the fact that all he says in our very deep conversations is "yeah... uhmm" tells me he is listening.
By all standards Sam is THE perfect man, which is why he is married to my sister.
See, I got this phone call about 5 years ago and my sister Steph was going on about this guy who was "so amazing". I asked her if the guy was cute and there was a pause.
Steph and I have very different taste in men, Sam is living proof that she has much better taste in guys then me. Who would have thought that guy Steffy had a little crush on would turn up at my door step in Anaheim California landing himself a special place in my heart winning his roll as brother in law. I guess that was his plan all along.
I'm so happy for you Steph, I guess fairy tails still happen from time to time.
So here is my poor excuse for a happy birthday card.
All my love to you on this your birthday! I miss you terribly!
A little link to celebrate our friendship" POP"