The Boys are Back in Town

The crazy college boys I lived with and shared some of the most memorable moments of my life with are getting together.

Jens- my Norwegian brother from a different mother- has got his Spring Break from Med School here in mid-March and put out the poll for interest in a weekend get together in Spokane. Joel, the first of us to go to Grad school, has just moved into his first apartment and has the perfect space to play host. Bradley, the first of us to actually just go out and do his own thing, is flying all the way from Minneapolis for the weekend. He gets the travel warrior award. Michael (who actually lived across the street from us four), the first of us to have a truly sweet job will be coming from Seattle. So I'm writing this not only because I'm excited, but also to warn anyone in the Spokane area that on the March 14th and 15th weekend- anything could happen.

There could be a rash of Night Panda sightings. There's sure to be some naked activities involving multiple people (and potentially props). With Michael being a cameraman (which, now that I think of it, kinda makes me nervous) there will be ample documentation. Hopefully not too ample. 

Just writing this has be smiling from ear to ear. I won't bore you all with the details of the stupid, hilarious, and juvenile shit we pulled in our days in PLU. I will say that when I chatted with one of my recommending professors recently, that he was actually scared on several occasions by what Jens and I wore to class. I will also say that- for those of you who don't know this story about us-we streaked campus on bikes and were, at one point, chased by the local police department. I will also say that one time Jens and Bradley put on all black clothing and masks and attempted to walk out of historic Harstad Hall with the ginormous painting of PLU's founder (some dude named Bjug or some Norwegian shit like that) IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY. 

I'd like to think that each of us has matured since those sophomoric days. And I can only speak for myself, but I think I've come a long way since the days of pooping in a bowl on the porch of the Frisbee house. I cook. I clean. I even like taking showers and brushing my teeth. That's right. And though I can only speak for myself, I also know that one of the joys of being a dude is that we are sort of hardwired to enjoy basic stupid shit like pushing each other into hard things, telling horribly inappropriate jokes, and scheming the next limit-pushing practical joke. It might be a cop-out to blame evolution for these behaviors- but I do think that somewhere deep, down, and dark- we dudes need to be immature. I would even argue that a little immaturity is a sign of maturity (notice Michael that I used the word "little"). 

Whatever the case may be, I am so excited to have the kind of friends who are willing to make things happen. I am blessed to have the kind of friends who are just as eager to give a hug as throw a tennis ball at someone's charms. We all know that the friends that plan for a whole month how to inconspicuously stick a garden hose through someone's window so as to properly soak them while they sleep are the kind of friends you really want.