“Wood.” “Chuck.” “Norris.” “Um… nothing goes with Norris in my brain!” “Come on, there’s got to be something!” “Okay, roundhouse.” “Karate.” “Punch.” “Face.” “Down.” “Down?” “Yeah, like facedown.” “Oh, got it. Up.” “Chuck.” … -laughter and slow claps all around-
This conversation, and many more like it, have been a constant part of the last 24 hours for me, which can only mean one thing: Adam B. is back in Michigan, and we have reunited at last. Look out, world.
We’ve been sitting here in the Groovy McDonald’s listening to an ear-destroying assortment of easy-listening, Santa-centric, tapioca-bland Christmas music trying to think of something to write for today’s post for about an hour and a half now. Adam has used the restroom twice. On that note, I’ve decided that we’re not going to refill the Coke anymore, five glasses is plenty enough for one night.
Anyway, so we’re sitting here staring at the screen blankly, our silence broken every three minutes or so by me exclaiming, “Oh, I hate this song!”, when Adam turns to me and says, “Let’s try word association. Maybe that will help us come up with a topic for a post.”* The following conversation was so fantastic that we just had to use it to start the post. And so it began.
That’s one of the great things about friends. No matter how long you spend apart, every time you get back together again it’s a party.** So far since he’s gotten here, Adam and I have talked into the delirious wee hours of the morning about anything and everything, been attacked by feral house cats, eaten way more bacon and cookies than we should have (both for breakfast), helped put up walls in my dad’s workshop, and held an impromptu and very brief dance party, and we are about to head to Meijer for another of our infamous, adventurous shopping runs. It’s been fantastic to spend time together again, and I’m so grateful both to have great friends like Adam and to see how our lives intersect in such fun and fascinating ways, coming together and splitting apart again as we head out into the world to make it, if not a better place, at the very least a more interesting one.***
Well, it looks like the McDonald’s employees are getting restless, which seems fair since we’ve been sitting in this corner for the past couple of hours, so we’ll be on our way to Meijer where a whole new set of employees await our crazy influence. Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope that it brings you many opportunities to enjoy the great friends and family with whom God has blessed you!
– Tim N. and, to a lesser extent, Adam B.
*This is a seriously paraphrased version of what Adam said. He actually forgot what word association was called and he spent a while trying to describe exactly how it works to me before I was able to interrupt him and tell him that 1. I already know how word association works and 2. it does, in fact, have a short and easily memorable name for future reference.
**This song is, coincidentally, the one that started our dance party, the inspiration for the name of the post, and the thing that Adam B. word-associates with the word “party”, so we’re linking to it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pov2sK_C3sY
***That line was all Adam B, by the way.