IC IDENTITY CRISIS
Hello Gentleman. This is Adam Williams. You might remember me from such instances as "The time I tried to jump over water onto Kevin's dock" or "The time a neighbor boy touched me in my sleep". Those of you that are Simpsons fans would recognize that as a Troy McClure (Phil Hartman's voice) opener. Which leads me to this question: How many of you were Simpsons lovers? Which leads me to this question, which is the general theme of this post:
How many of us do you really feel you know these days?
There it is.
I feel like having a Koom-By-Ya blog. A, this is me right now and this is who I am Blog.
I thought this stemmed from moving to a different country, but I realize these thoughts have been stirring in my head long before I left Chicago. For a quite a while over the past year, I feel the threads of the IC are loosening, like your baby blanket that your mom keeps in a closet and you see every few years and say "awww", even though it's all tattered and useless.
Truthfully, I know we know each other from our pasts, from college and a few years thereafter. Some of those friendships are still strong. Some have weakened.
It seems, as we get older and get wives and kids and careers, friendships we once considered a necessity, become a novelty. Friendship is now just that fun getaway 2-4 times a year, where you can revert to who you used to be and do what you used to do.
For some reason, that doesn't satisfy me like it used to.
I think I feel differently about it, because, aside from our 2-3 nights of getting drunk and taking pictures of how drunk we are and Faust pushing his "best man" into a trash can, part of me knows I don't know some of you at your core, or at least as well as I used to.
So...
I think it's profile time. All (10) members, if we still have 10, fucking write something about yourself. Funny, sappy, serious, or in Samuel L. Jackson mutha fuckin' SPeak!
I don't care. I just want to hear from my "10 best friends" and hear what is going on with their lives.
Somebody start.
That's it.
Oh, and Costa Rica for New Year's. My boss has a guy who owns a hotel on the beach. I stayed there last weekend for $30/night. Beers ran me a $1.25.