Once upon a time there was a little girl - we'll call her Lauren. (And, if I recall, she was pretty awesome.) About four blocks over from where Lauren grew up there lived a little boy - we'll call him Joey. (He was alright.)
Lauren and Joey went to most of the same schools, but they were never friends. In fact, the only thing Lauren remembered about Joey from those days was that he wore an Itchy and Scratchy t-shirt way too frequently. (And it was a really stupid shirt.) Lauren and Joey graduated high school fully prepared to continue on with their non-speaking relationship. Until...
A keg party in someone's basement 5 years later. Initially, Lauren was hesitant to go; Joey was hesitant to go; I don't know why they would be hesitant to go - I mean...parties in basements are usually REALLY awesome, but the important thing is, they both did go. And they are both very lucky that they did.
Lauren remembers being re-introduced to Joey. Lauren made eye contact with Joey for the first time and remembers white doves fluttering through the air and harps playing in the background. (Although it's quite possible that the doves were really ping pong balls and the harp music was bad rap.) Lauren and Joey started hanging out a lot. They got a dog.And then, if you'd believe it, they got married - 5 years ago to the date. They had baby girl who brought them more joy than they'd ever known.Then they had baby boy who, in addition to joy, brought a feeling of perfection. They had a great life owed completely to a keg party in someone's basement. So, Joey, I'd like to thank you for these past five years. While I'm not typically one to quote Fatboy Slim, I randomly and quite ironically woke up with his song, "Praise You", in my head this morning.
Through the hard times and the good.
I have to celebrate you baby,
I have to praise you like I should."
Ain't it the truth. I love you, puds.