Saturday, December 26, 2015

I am dirty and my wife is dirty two

I hope you had an awesome Christmas, or whatever it is you celebrate.

I give great gifts
It was a fun Christmas. I got to enjoy some traditional Christmas and some typical-Rudy Christmas all in the same day. Because TGB works the night shift this month we opened presents and had pie for breakfast. Then she went to bed (to keep her internal clock on schedule) and I played video games all day. Then she woke up yesterday evening and we cuddled up and watched Christmas classics like Mad Max: Fury Road and Divergent II.

Speaking of gifts...

One of my favorite things about 2015 is an unexpected trip to Boston.

First, a little insight into the working and machinations of my brain. A lot of the titles on my blog, or statuses on my social media are nothing more than lyrics or tv/movie quotes that get stuck in my head. Sometimes I will hear a thing (like a lyric from Annie), post it, and walk away. Sometimes someone will get the reference, but usually people miss it completely.

The TV was on as background noise as I cleaned the house and I heard, Take me on an adventure. At least, that's how I remember it. And then I posted it on FB as my status.

And that is how one of the coolest weekends of my life began.

I just read my original post on that epic weekend and I am more than a little teary eyed. And no, not just because it seems like it was the last time the Chargers won a game.

This fucker right here is a goddamn rock star of a human being
The funny thing about hindsight is the way it makes you wait to understand until after the moment has passed. Hindsight is an asshole.

I posted, take me on an adventure and my friend Scott (see: goddamn rock star) decided to do just that.

See, here's the thing... I could tell you about how him and his wife paid for me and TGB to come and stay on the Cape with them. And how we had to change plans at the last minute because he got us tickets to the Patriots game on opening night. I could tell you about money spent and shit paid for but, this gift he gave me wasn't about that.

My gut feeling is that if Scott were a pauper he would be the most generous fucking pauper in the Seven Kingdoms.

What he gave me, what has me fighting back tears as I type this, is faith. In my fellow man, sure. But even weirder, in myself. He did a thing for me and my wife that we can never repay him for. And I swear to god there were times I could see him being more giddy about our happiness than we were ourselves. Does that make sense?

In my head it does. It's how I feel when I see Samantha happy. I get a high from seeing her full of joy. And that makes sense, right? She's my wife.

But Scott (see: goddamn rock star) did it just... well, because.

And that shit is infectious. Seeing someone bring others joy simply because he could and then revelling in that joy... that is the kind of shit I want to spread. That's the thing Scott really gave me.

I will likely never be able to fly you out to some big city for a weekend. But I can still do things for people that put a big fat fucking smile on their face. And that's the take away for me.

We met amazing people. We saw some old friends. We did some cool things. But I walked away from that weekend actively looking for ways to make people just fucking giddy when I can.

Godammit Scott, you're making me misty eyed you asshole.

Titty sprinkles!