This one is for Chris... What can I say about my friend Chris. He constantly pesters me to post new blogs. He cries like a little girl because he hasn't read about himself on my blog. This one's for you, big guy!
Chris is the best friend that everybody should have. He is the guy who finds out that your mom has died and gets on a plane, flies across the country, takes a $60 dollar cab ride to your house because you overslept and forgot to pick him up, and still helps you get through a loss like that.
Chris is the guy who will drink with you until tears are flowing.
Chris deserves a horde of women although very few women deserve him.
Chris was the first friend I made in college. We played sousaphone together in the UGA Redcoat Marching Band!!! (Go Dawgs!) On the first day of classes in my first year of college, I recognized a fellow tuba player headed to psychology. We sat together and then bonded by not taking notes, swapping seats to meet girls (with Dixie in tow), and skipping class to improve our hacky sac skills.
Chris was the kind of asshole who is playing tuba next to you, playing just as horrible as you are (if not worse), and just before the band director notices, Chris moves to the other end, leaving you to get screamed at.
Chris should have been dead like two years ago (I'm still waiting on my stereo).
Chris has learned (although it took many tries) what information he is to share with his mother and what information should be kept to himself.
Chris is friendly to the handicapped. (Anyone jonsing for some metal?)
Chris can eat an entire honey baked ham in one sitting!
Chris will one day realize that he is in fact one of the greatest guys that has ever lived. On that day, women of the world beware!
Chris gets nervous when talking to girl's fathers. So nervous that he might just dial your number instead and then not notice that he's talking to you, not somebody's father. If that happens, lead him on for a minute, then ask about all the sexual positions he has tricked "your" daughter into. It's funny!
Chris will smooth talk anyone who he is giving money to (i.e. a waitress, a hostess, a homeless person, etc.) with the charm of Casanova. Somebody he just meets, he stutters like Alfalfa.
Chris has helped me become the person I am today. I thank him for 10 years of friendship and I look forward to another 10! (after that, I might be done with him! Haven't decided yet.)