Previously on our program, I discussed a close friend, lost five years ago. When I was writing that post, I had my friends in general on my mind. Living where I do, I haven’t got a social life outside of work. OK, yes, I pop into the city once, perhaps twice a month and see a couple people, but that’s it. When I was in Rochester, I went out with friends a few times a month at most. So why am I now giving a damn? One might say it is because it is one thing to have an option to see friends and choose not to do so, but it is another thing not to have much of a choice as to whether or not one sees friends. That person would be right, but that’s not the meat of it. I think I have performed my trademark unconscious stressing over changes in my family structure and performed my trademark obliviousness towards how I feel on a day-to-day basis. Dammit: I have really loved conversing with, spending time with, and just feeling the warmth from my friends over the past 18 months.
I don’t think Chris knew just how much I loved spending time with him. No, I won’t beat myself up over the missed chances to tell him so. So I think I’ll now make November 4th the Bizza Memorial Tribute to My Friends. A guy as honest and kind as he, it makes sense.
I am afraid that I will step on a few toes with the following action: I’m going to tell a bunch of people how they’ve been wonderful in my life lately. I suspect some people will feel offended if they’re excluded. Well, er, I am sorry — if we’re still friends, then I obviously like you. If you know me, you know I have little tolerances for wankers. I wouldn’t keep you around if you didn’t mean something to me. It’s just that…well…some people I really have to give them applause. It’s nothing personal to you. Consider this an Oscar speech where you shouldn’t be offended by falling under the “and everyone else who means a lot to me” heading. I hope you understand…I assume you do, you’re smart enough for me to be friends with. ;) On that note, and in the order in which you all come to mind, let the public displays of affection commence. I love you all:
Peter Carbonaro, J. Christian Guerrero, and Shawn Rahman: of course it is fitting to thank the League as one, even though you are all serious fucking individuals. No fooling here that I look up to all of you as the cool older brothers I never had, and I always feel blessed to be in your presence. You raise my game. May the classy-assed hijinks continue throughout the years. Thanks to you all for having kids as well, because you give me hope for the future.
Noah Stupak: miss me now, don’t you, you fool? Ya shoulda never moved out. Oh, er…
Melissa Farnand: …I’m glad Noah moved in with you. Always wonderful to drop by for dinner and a movie, even though Lola hated me. I think.
Brandon Snavely: a week in PA was really perfect for us, eh? We both we saying goodbye (which was tougher than I figured), and hanging with your parents is always decent. I feel I sorted a lot out talking to you under the meteorites that night.
Jessica Rider: nobody ever tried harder to get me out in public and meet new people. It was an utterly thankless task you took upon yourself, but it has done me good and I just never knew how to be grateful (or gracefully decline). I am very glad you cornered me before Edline’s class three years ago, and I am more glad you weren’t offended by my sour face.
Daniel Pontillo: thanks for helping keep me sane through my last year of RIT when I just wanted to split and get my fucking life in gear. It was brief, but we’ll always have Boris and Antichrist (nobody else wants ‘em, probably).
Dave Loehlin and Genevieve Waller: thanks for being one of the oddest bits of domesticity I had in Rochester. Duden, Boggle, and kale was always a good time.
Judy Margo: I am very glad your mother raised you to be a sensitive person, and your tolerance and desire to understand are unparalleled. Thanks for listening to my wackiest ideas in their most unfinished states and helping me to see what I was thinking.
Niall Munnelly: I am glad you are here, happy, and forthright. You’re a fucking good egg, and I can’t see how someone’s life would not be improved with you on their side. Thanks for helping me out here out here.
Cristina Stoll: why the hell are you so easy to talk to? Seriously, I was dragging out crap I rarely tell anyone about in your presence, and very quickly. Oh, Deutsches Voodoo auß New Orleans…? Macht’s kein problem. I hope someday to repay you, at least for the crash space.
Keren Fleshler: as if it wasn’t enough that we met after I left NYC, did you have to rub it in by moving two blocks over from my old place? Fiddlesticks. Thanks for being so tolerant and generous. You were the perfect person to go see a-ha with.
Kristin Brumbach: thanks for opening the door, and also for giving me time with a kid that was awkward in how decent it was. I’m happy you’re one of my reproducing friends.
(last but farthest from least)
Yoli: no list of gratitude and love for the good people in my life is complete without you. No list of good people in my life is complete without you. No life of mine is complete without you. I’ve tried time and time again to put into words all you’ve done and do for me, and, even if I talk for hours, I never come close to all that could be said. Many things between us are, perhaps, better left unsaid…words just don’t cut it.
no alcohol was involved in the writing of this post