I don’t mean to
mess with your heads Followers, but unfortunately no, today is not Friday. However, Friday is quickly approaching, which means two
things – 1) my good friend Steve is getting married, and 2) it’s Van Halen
Friday.
For those of you
who don’t know – Steve and I met as incoming college freshman football players.
Steve was a kicker/punter and I was runnin’ with the devil while being
an extremely unsure-handed wide-receiver. Since there were plenty of incumbent
starters on the team when we joined the mix, we had dreams that we’d
both be out on the field one day. I mean come on, everybody wants some
playing time, right? We met each other where most other non-starters do – on the
sidelines. Even though we didn’t play the same position, we commiserated together
while being black and blue from training camp. We wanted nothing more
than to jump into the ice bath after practice and talk about the beautiful girls we saw on the soccer field that day. Even when the coach told me “you’re no good” and convinced me to switch to cornerback, we toughed it out
together and it paid off; we both had two solid years as starting college football players. You could say we were on top of the world.
We were even roommates for the last two years of college. Since our school was a residential
campus, that meant we had the pleasure of living in dormitories for all four
years of school. This also meant we had to get up for breakfast and walk
to the dining hall every day for poundcake
and other food. Sometime around our junior year, I began an unofficial
tradition of playing a random Van Halen song on my computer at full blast every
Friday before we trudged off to class for the day. This became known as “Van
Halen Friday”.
But as the old saying
goes, you gotta finish what ya started, and we graduated and moved
apart. However, a couple years later Steve called me to tell me that he had met
someone very special and wanted to bring her to Charleston to meet Mommy B and
I instead of taking her to Panama. I said, “It’s about time!” We
met the special lady a couple months later on their visit and I asked Steve, “So this is love?” He said, “Why can’t this be love? I’ve had my heart
broken before, but I won’t get fooled again… She’s the woman.” He
went on to tell me how she was finishing her Master’s degree so she could teach
and coach softball in the future. I
knew he’d be hot for teacher.
Fast forward a
couple years and where have all the good times gone? Steve and his
bride-to-be are getting married this
Friday! Mommy B and I are very
excited to leave the kiddos at home with my parents (for the first time ever!)
and head up to New York/Connecticut for the wedding. It’ll be our last chance
to get unchained and dance the night away for the foreseeable
future. But right now, we’re just over-the-moon happy for Steve and his fiancé.
They couldn’t
have picked a better day of the week to get married. Mommy B and I got married
on a Friday, and while I can’t recall if any Van Halen was played during our
wedding, it’ll be a special bond that Steve and I share forever. Even to this
day, I’ll still call Steve as I’m driving home from work to wish him a happy
Van Halen Friday and crank Eddie’s finger-tapping up to full volume.
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