Monday, October 18, 2010

Crazy Town

Have you ever just sat back and realized "Holy shit. All of my friends are bat-shit crazy."

That realization has been slowly creeping up on me for quite some time and Kiwi's wedding brought it all home. They were all there, they were all dressed up, they were all drinking classy drinks, they all had dates, and they were all crazy.

(and no, of course I'm not talking about you! Just all of my other crazy friends)

One on one, my friend's neurosis are quirky in a funny, cute, just a little bit of therapy will go a long way, way. Together, en masse, they were more One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but dressed in a tux. I can't tell you exactly what threw me over the edge; but I think it had something to do with the fact that all my bat-shit crazy friends also brought dates/boyfriends/spouses. Who, by default, must also be bat-shit crazy. And I'm pretty sure they are.

There was no one event that made me think this - I just watched and listened, and giggled, and drank. There was the jump rope dance, crazy ramblings from an unstable drunk husband, conversations where only one person was talking (and guess what? it wasn't me!), a close talker, and the bridesmaid pyramid tradition that should have been stabbed through the heart five years ago, before any of us turned 30. Oh, and then, there was P.Rex, the man who sponge painted my house with me 8 years ago, talking to Prof and inviting us over to his house to make hard cider the next day with the 85 pounds of apples he and his wife had picked the weekend before.

My head wanted to explode. And if I felt that way, I know Prof was ready to chew his eyeballs out. He was a good sport, and extremely patient through the entire evening, but don't feel too sorry for him. I haven't told you about how insane his friends are - and they get together every weekend, not just for weddings.

Its been a long time since I've been in one room with all my college pals, and few things have really changed in that time except that their tolerance for alcohol has decreased and they've managed to find crazy people to love them (myself included). Unfortunately, I think some of them are going to start reproducing soon....

1 comment:

Mike said...

Obviously, I am not one of your crazy friends. I looked perfectly normal in my tuxedo and painted Mexican "luchador" mask.

But the virtual jumprope is brilliant if you get two believers to join in. Nothing but oodles of fun!