The other night, my cousin Meems and I went to a party to see a friend of me-and-Rbf's (remember, it's an entity), play with his band. Afterward, we were talking to him about Rbf, and he pretty much made my week.First: He demonstrated some classic ReBF dance mooovz. OMFG. I have no idea how Jason could channel Rbf so well, but I stood laughing and in shock. *Thanks to Melynda V for the actual pics of him dancing!
Second: He told Sleepytime-Rbf stories. These are the best because for Rbf, all time was sleepytime. He once fell asleep at a Metallica concert. In six cumulative years of dating, we never once made it through a movie without him snoring. And we can't forget that time he asked if I'd marry him, then when I said yes, he promptly fell asleep, satisfied.
Hearing a truck driver talk about trying to move an awkwardly-slumped, 190-lb sleeping Rbf, is hilarious. "I was trying to move him because he fell asleep with his chin shoved into his chest. But I couldn't because he kept TICKLING me. He reached out and grabbing all over my stomach. And he was calling me Kirsten. Then he would just fall back asleep."
I pictured them in the back of the sleeper, two motocross truck drivers just trying not to look gay. I'm guessing the saying "Kirsten" part made Jason feel much better when being inappropriately fondled.
I pictured them in the back of the sleeper, two motocross truck drivers just trying not to look gay. I'm guessing the saying "Kirsten" part made Jason feel much better when being inappropriately fondled.
I miss sleepytime-Rbf. Aside from the rare sightings of needy-Rbf, nothing was ever much cuter.
On the way home, Meems said that ReBF should be here for this stuff. I love how she's not afraid to say that. She's one of the few people who are excited to hear stories, not afraid to remember. I've lost some of the most important things in my life. What I have left is memories. The stories keep me going. Please, never hesitate to share your own. And if there are two hundred, I'd love to hear them all.
He came, he worked, he played and he loved. Then he left. And we are left with his stories. Please, never stop sharing them.
I love it! Good memories are like a warm fire.
ReplyDeleteOne of my best memories with Jed wouldn't be anything too memorable to most, really, but it stuck in my mind. Many years ago, I was honored with an invitation to go snowboarding at Brighton with Jed (I was not even close to Jed's level on the slopes) on a day when the roads were so bad that chains or 4x4 was required to make the Cottonwood Canyon trek - and we were in Jed's white Accord.
ReplyDeleteInstead of getting to the lifts bright and early, we had to cruise around looking for chains. I'd have normally have been bothered and really itching to get to the resort, but Jed was had this attitude like "no big deal", and made the whole thing really fun. Hell, I probably would have had just as much fun driving around with Jed and his friends just hanging out in a cramped Honda all day. Oh, and on that same day before we go to Brighton, some friend-of-a-friend got her car major-stuck in the snow - to the point where I wasn't sure it was coming out till the snow melted down a bit. Of course, Jed further delayed our snowboarding trip without hesitation to head over and spend, what must have been an hour, helping dig this car out. It was an act of complete selflessness and I will never forget it. Honestly, I would have probably been like, "Sorry, I am already late for snowboarding", and kept on my way. Jed = a better man than that.
Other than that, I can't remember a time where I didn't enjoy being around Jed. Now I am on a mission to remember other great memories!
Crap, I should have done some quick proofreading on that post. I was in a hurry here at work and wanted to type it out before I forgot. Forgive me Kir! Haha.
ReplyDeleteMy big brother died 7 years ago. I know its not the same as losing your true love, but it definitely hurts. I love hearing stories about my brother. I love telling stories about my brother. I love my brother - and 7 years later, the only way my children will ever know of their sweet uncle Max is through stories of him. So, I totally understand. Stories and memories are the parts of them that will last forever - and I will never tire of hearing or telling them.
ReplyDeleteLove love love the memories!!! And wowsers the dancing pictures!!!
ReplyDeleteOh sleepy time stories. Those might be my favorite stories about anyone. You made me laugh with this one.
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