I remember being in elementary and middle school and how girls would refer to their friends as "best friends forever" or "BFF". But you had no idea who you would actually know past high school and beyond. As I've gotten older I've noticed that I get a gut reaction immediately when I meet someone whether or not they are going to be a friend, acquaintance or an annoyance. Maybe it's because when I was growing up there wasn't a whole lot of girls that were nice to me. In fact they were downright horrible to me at times and I would fantasize about switching schools and never having to see any of them again. My mom was always the person who said I'd get through it (and I really did not believe her) but she ended up being right. People grow up, some people change and some don't but you realize you don't have to put up with it. But in middle school, if someone is being mean to you or tearing you down, you're not old enough (at least I wasn't) to see it for what it was and overcome it. All of this is probably why I ended up gravitating towards having boys as my friends. Boys were simple and easy. As long as you wanted to play manhunt and you didn't scream if you saw a worm, they were cool with you. They didn't form clubs, or talk about you behind your back-in fact if they were mad at you they'd just tell you to your face! And that may be why I first became friends with Eric my freshman year at the University of Delaware. There was a whole slew of girls on my dorm floor reminiscent of the catty, passive aggressive crap I thought I had left far behind, save a couple (one of whom ended up being the most wonderful roommate my sophomore year). But in college it doesn't matter! I didn't have to be friends with these people! It was the most wonderful feeling! And Eric was the guy on the floor who I just bonded with right away and we're even tighter now, twelve odd years later. Which makes it appropriate that even though he lives in Philadelphia and has just as crazy a work schedule as I do, he made a trip up to be part of Day 11.
Unfortunately the weather was rainy and chilly and not conducive to any outdoor or beach activities but I remembered my failed attempt last week of doing an Irish Car Bomb at the bar and decided who better to do one with than an old college friend? Especially one that was around when you first turned 21 and thought you had ALREADY tried every shot in the bar. So after dinner, I went to the bar and ordered two Irish Car Bombs, explaining to the bartender what was going on and he graciously only charged us for one. We clinked glasses and while Eric finished it in one shot and it took me a few tries, I did finish it! Did I like it? I think I'll let my facial expressions on the video tell that story.
Onward to Day 12!
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