My friend Stephen Trundy is getting married in Arkansas in April. I'm gonna go. The invitation I received today says
Phil & guest. I'm never gonna get a girlfriend once a candidate finds out they'll have to go to Arkansas.
Kidding aside, I can't wait to go actually. I have fond memories of sitting in Trundy's hole in the wall apartment in 1992. And him stealing away my crush Christie from me in 1993. And him accidentally interrupting me while I was masturbating in 1994 when we were roommates. And him stealing Deanna away from me that same year. And him spending hours telling me that I needed a girlfriend cause I needed to know realpain like everyone else we knew in 1997, but that Kerry would be way too much pain for me so I shouldn't do that. Of course, unbeknownst to him I was dating her already (and she and Steve would date shortly after we split up).
I'll never forget the time Steve's car caught on fire coming back from Lewiston. Or the jaw wired shut when I met him.