And now thanks to Abbey, I have a response:
"IT'S NOT GHETTO. WE CALL IT CHARMING."
While MJ is unable to argue with me about the shortcomings of my Island, I want to take this opportuntity to brag about it.
Wherever I go, I am surrounded by friends.
When I catch a pre-dinner drink with Onion and Clay, I run into Buerglers - and I get to walk around with IV's girlfriend, Elle, while her mommy and daddy get to eat dinner with both hands.
And B and I discuss how when Elle and IV go to prom together, Daddy Buergler will probably be wearing his velour Puma tracksuit.
When we go to dinner at Saltwater, the managers send us three complimentary desserts. Because 4 girls = 3 desserts.
When I go to 21, Tom knows I drink goose and tonic with extra lime. Even though it's been a long time since I've been to 21.
And when we go to Yaga's, Mike D. calls us out and tells us we're TOO OLD to be at his establishment. To which I WOULD take offense, had I not actually spent a lot of time there when I was in HIGH SCHOOL.
14 YEARS AGO.
So the jab, it's a little appropriate.
Or a lot.
When I need help, it's only a phone call or a text away.
I am never alone in my town.
And I get to watch the sun burn over the water every single day.
I remember this past summer, I was meeting up with MJ at his parents house after a hair appointment. As I pulled up, he and B met me in the driveway.
Window rolls down.
"GET IN."
We settled at Float Bar on the Seawall, and MJ launches into his famous "You Know What Your Problem Is?" speech to me and B.
I can remember B telling MJ that he was crazy to NOT want to live in Galveston. How could you not want to wake up every day to this place and to enjoy all that it had to offer? And that given the opportunity to live here and work here, B would take it in a second.
Give it 6 months.
Funny how life works, isn't it?
Happy birthday, B.
I think you and I got our wishes of us all being together on the Rock.
And I have nothing but good feelings about how it's all going to work out.
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