That's What Friends Are For...

The other night a group of friends banded together...to provided some muscle and backup to another friend in a time of sadness, craziness, and crisis. The particulars of that story aren't mine to tell...but what I can share is that the love and support that was handed out lovingly to a friend in need last night was the stuff of which real community is truly comprised. A friend was going through a tough time...and she was surrounded by perhaps the silliest, goofiest troop of nutbars between the North Pole and Amarillo (didn't want to go any farther south than that into Texas...cuz we all know that there are some REAL loonies down there). As we helped our pal gather some things and get them moved, I was really and truly moved by the love that I knew was there...but I had the privilege to see in action. Love in action is an awe inspiring event.

Everyone in the Wednesday Night Brigade was on time and full of jokes. From Nikki K's dubbing of Molly as the baby seal...to my sneak anal gas attack that knocked Molly to the ground...to the question of the night...I posited to Missy and Coya...if one had the stigmata...would one have heavy flow days? And if so...could one put tampons in ones wrists to soak up the flow? To which Missy replied...that if she saw me on the street...she'd wave her arms and say...Plug It Up JC, WHAT WHAT? This was followed by a very serious discussion about the ability of men to lactate...to which I pondered...out loud...if men could lactate...could we churn up the man tit milk into tit cheese? Missy insisted that we could sell Fried Tit Cheese on a Stick...and we could even have a Prince K of the Milky Way with his head carved out of tit cheese...at this years Great Minnesota Get Together (aka the State Fair aka Mullet Olympics). In the time it took us to drive from Minneapolis to St. Stupid (I despise St. Paul and curse it with mini-malls and boarded up buildings)...Missy and I invented a whole new organic naturally renewable clean food industry. We'll be ready for our Noble Prize come next spring. But I wonder...will we need USDA approval?

As you can see...I'm not the only one of my friends that is a little...umm...creative. But while we all may share the same anti-anxiety medication prescription...and we should probably check into a group discount on anti-psychotic meds...we will be there for one another through break-ups, breakdowns, or military invasions from Canada. Personally, I think the Canuks are plotting on us. Got me a little twitchy. But I'm ready for 'em with their beady little eyes and their "Celine Dion."  The best thing about having great friends is that they will let you  know when you are being crazy...they are quick to point out when someone else is the crazy one...and they will bend over backwards and eat some yellow snow if it'll make you smile...even if it is followed by a little vomit in the back of your throat.