I’m sitting here on a couch next to my long-lost friend Pete. You see, Pete and I lived on the same floor in college (actually, I lived on the same floor for four years and Pete just lived there for only one year. Traitor.). There was a special bond that grew during that year, one that couldn’t be broken by time or distance though that’s exactly what we faced.
Let me tell you a little about dear Pete. He’s 27 28, he’s married to a lovely lady named Marie and has two kids, Chandler and Addy. They live in Tulsa. Which is not near Houston.
Pete’s real name is Realto. Reall(t)y.
I haven’t seen Pete in two years.
Pete looks exactly the same as he did two years ago.
Pete asked me to play guitar at his wedding two years ago. That was the last time I saw him. Another guitarist and I practiced for the wedding but at the last minute he backed out. So I found my friend Charles Hofer to save the day. We met and rehearsed the morning of the wedding and I think Pete and Marie were pleased with how it turned out. I don’t think I ever told Pete that story. Sorry, buddy.
Pete is diehard OU fan though he really studied at and graduated from ORU (Traitor).
Pete is deathly afraid of/vehemently hates cashews.
Pete is here in Houston for work. Or so he claims.
The Houston Rockets have now won 19 games in a row.
OU’s basketball team haven’t won 19 games in a row.
Pete once tried to teach me how to drive a car with manual transmission.
I promised Pete that during my time at ORU I would attend at least one ORU sporting event.
I ultimately broke that promise.
Pete, our floor chaplain, Jon and I would occasionally have a night during a semester where we’d spend the night in someone’s room and talk and laugh and do other manly things. We may or may not have called it a “sleep-over.”
I once hid cashews on Pete’s pillow before he went to bed. He didn’t like that.
I don’t remember what he did in return but I somewhat remember a ton of papers scattered all over my room.
I may have then spread shaving cream all over his room.
All that to say, I’ve missed Pete and it’s good to see him again. It’s midnight but he’s hungry so we’re going out to eat.
Josh, you forgot to mention the fact that you put a trashcan full of water on my door shortly after I threw papers around your room. Thinking that it was your foot I saw under the door, I poked the trash can with a hanger. I quickly learned that the brown thing I saw under the door was not your foot as water gushed 8 feet into my room.
It was great seeing you. Thank you so much for bringing me snacks. That was a huge blessing.
If you ever get a cashew near me again, I will break your finger.
Pete, the pleasure was all mine. Sorry I wasn’t able to hang out longer.
Me thinks you should play the ol’ trash-can-full-of-water game with one of your fellow hotel guests down the hall.
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