In lieu of 7 Quick Takes today I'm going to tell you a little story.
Once upon a time there were two men who, by chance and with a little luck, became college freshmen roommates.
These two men made perfect roommates because each desired to act half the age they actually were. Actually, half that already halved age and that's what they acted like.
Sadly, halfway through their sophomore year, one of these men decided to transfer to a different college more than 500 miles away.
Still, the men remained good friends. They traveled the distance more than once to see each other. They were groomsmen in each other's wedding. And, whenever they had a chance, they sent each other texts about farts and poop and David Hasselhoff and things of this nature.
Time went on. They got good jobs. Bought houses. Married fine women (if I do say so myself). And had babies. Lots and lots of babies.
Now, because the distance between them remained so far, they saw each other less and less. Time apart measured in years instead of months.
Then one day one of these men had a grand idea. How about we meet in Chicago over Easter weekend so that our children can finally meet one another? All SEVEN of our children.
And so it happened. And it was perfectly epic. Way more perfect than any of us ever could have imagined. In fact, I think it is very possible we may have made a love connection.
Once upon a time there were two men who, by chance and with a little luck, became college freshmen roommates.
These two men made perfect roommates because each desired to act half the age they actually were. Actually, half that already halved age and that's what they acted like.
Sadly, halfway through their sophomore year, one of these men decided to transfer to a different college more than 500 miles away.
Still, the men remained good friends. They traveled the distance more than once to see each other. They were groomsmen in each other's wedding. And, whenever they had a chance, they sent each other texts about farts and poop and David Hasselhoff and things of this nature.
Time went on. They got good jobs. Bought houses. Married fine women (if I do say so myself). And had babies. Lots and lots of babies.
Now, because the distance between them remained so far, they saw each other less and less. Time apart measured in years instead of months.
Then one day one of these men had a grand idea. How about we meet in Chicago over Easter weekend so that our children can finally meet one another? All SEVEN of our children.
And so it happened. And it was perfectly epic. Way more perfect than any of us ever could have imagined. In fact, I think it is very possible we may have made a love connection.
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| William & Lily |
Now maybe, just maybe, if they play their cards right, these once freshman roommates could find themselves being called father-in-law at the very same wedding. The possibilities are endless.
But no pressure, William and Lily. No pressure.
But no pressure, William and Lily. No pressure.
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| Not to be forgotten are new BFFs, Bridget & Lucy. |
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