The incoherent bloggings of a die-hard Star Wars fan.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Samuel James Adams is one of my best friends... but I often wonder why that is so. They say that opposites attract, but it's those with whom we share interests that we befriend, and thus all my friends are nerds or geeks or artists or violin nuts or Photoshoppers... except for Sam. He's not a nerd or a geek at all. He's into all sorts of music I'm not. He's obsessed with Mopars and hot rods and A/V and climbing... yet despite it all, he's one of my best friends. Perhaps it's our similar sense of nonsensical humor that made us so close; he and I have just about as many inside jokes as Jeremy and I do, the kind of jokes that we can't explain (I mean come on, hasikabango? Hachachacha? WTF?) yet we incessantly cite them in the presence of confused others. But for whatever reason, we became close friends, and I am forever grateful.
I met Sam about eight years ago through his identical twin brother Tim. Tim would buy packs of Young Jedi CCG for me from his local card shop, and, well... long story short (I sure many of you have already heard it; it involves a violin and a very brazen mother), we soon learned that we lived right behind each other. Before we knew it, we'd set up a ladder to climb over the backyard wall, and we hung out at each other's houses any chance we got (think Clarissa Explains It All). And one day, Tim brought his brother Sam over to my place... who only initially took interest in me because I had a bootleg copy of Episode I.
But Sam and I eventually became friends as well, and by the end of high school, the three of us were inseparable... until college separated us. Tim went off to UCI and Sam to U of U, and suddenly I felt alone in Santa Clarita. But before long, Sam came back, and that's when we became really close. I'll always remember our 2AM excursions to Jack-in-the-Box with "Low Rider" blasting out the windows, going to 7-11 to buy For-Her-Pleasure condoms and Rugrats fruit snacks, and that extremely freakish growling noise we heard in the bathroom at Edwards. And I'll always remember the day he introduced me to Kailey, his future wife, the one woman who not only tolerates our bizarre humor but actually participates in our jokes (salad!).
So here's to you, Sam. You've always been there for me in more ways than I can count, and I'm proud and honored to have served as a groomsman at your wedding. May you and Kailey live the rest of your 130 years together as happy as you are now. :)
