Twas Brillig

It’s been ages since I told any Matt stories.  I was going to start in on Matt stories again, but then I realized tonight that many of you are new since the last time we talked about him.  And you really need to be introduced properly.  So, for a small handful of you, this is a re-introduction.  This will enable me to delve into more Matt stories in the future.  Here goes.

Once upon a time I was in college and my bestest friend was my dear Matt. Matt adored me. He thought I was so beautiful (he’s gay…) and he loved to dress me up and show me off. We had been friends almost our whole lives, minus a couple of awkward years in high school. But when college came, we couldn’t bear to be parted for more than a few hours at a time. Hahaha.

Matt also had some strange power over me. He would come up with these absolutely ridiculous plans and somehow I would always go along with them.

Which brings us to today’s Friday Flashback.

One night, in the middle of the night, Matt came to my dorm to get me. I was in my pajamas, and could I please change first? No. There was no time for that. Sigh. So I threw on some flip-flops and followed him out the door.

He had a very important mission for us, but he would explain it when we got there.

And, where was “there”? Our local grocery store. And the mission? To buy crackers and cheez whiz, sit down at the handy table right there in the grocery store, and invite strangers to come and join us for cheese and crackers and get their pictures taken with us.

Look at me. Don’t I look like a nice girl? NOT like the kind of girl that would be sitting in the grocery store in her pajamas, inviting strangers to come and eat cheez whiz with me? Do you see the pain etched on my face? The pain screaming out to you, begging you to find a way to make the crazy gay man let me go back to my dorm and go to bed?

But really. The craziest part about this whole thing is that people actually sat down to eat cheez whiz and get their pictures taken with us!!!!

Here’s to you, Matt, and all the crazy things you made me do.

(I’m currently trying to track him down so that he can throw in his 2-cents here.  “Hi, I posted some pictures of you on the internet…”  Wish me luck–he’s very elusive.  I guess that means I can tell MY side of the stories, huh?)