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June 16, 2007
Brass Box
Three years ago this Labor Day, Jason and JJ and I went rafting along the Delaware River in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. It was a ridiculous experience. The folks who ran the outfit were part of some sort of Appalachian/umbilical cord-strangled dipshit coterie who tried to repair a leak in the boat with...paper, among other hysterical occurrences. The highlight of the day, for me, however was when scrambling up a rocky embankment, pulling the raft out of the water behind me (which, after an apparent drought of African proportions, was only about 2 feet deep - turning what was supposed to be a four-hour leisurely float into a six-hour PADDLE for survival), the top of my bathing suit fell down and exposed BOTH boobies to the aforementioned braintrust.
That was awesome.
Anys. Stop thinking about my boobs. They are spectacular, granted, but let's get back to the point. Afterwards, we went to an antique shop in Lambertsville, New Jersey. I bought a burnished brass box (bbb) there, inlaid with mahogany...perfect for a guy's collection of collar stays and spare buttons and used condoms. The price wasn't marked, the clerk working there vastly underestimated its value and it was mine. Jason tried to get it off of me, but I held tight.
I knew I would give it to a man I loved.
And since then, I have waited to find him.
Someone who deserved it.
I decided last week, before this latest relationship even busted up, who I was going to give the box to.
The man who's been nothing but a wonderful friend, an unwavering support, a constant companion and someone I can trust to see the deepest parts of me - and still love me. This man is someone who's seen me break down probably more than anyone else in my adult life ('cept Heather, natch.), and still wants to be around me, and scrape me up off the floor when I'm convinced my life is in the shitter. This man has brightened my days since I met him; this man is one of those people that convinces you of the goodness of this world and reminds you of the blessings of your life. Plus he's funny as balls.
Yup. I'm giving it to Rick. I'm giving it to Rick in about 45 minutes when I go to help him put his party together. I'm giving it to Rick because he is my best friend. I'm giving it to Rick because I've never met anyone who deserves it more.
B: "You're my best friend."
R: "You're my only friend."
Posted by Bree at June 16, 2007 11:06 AM