My dear friend Karen aka @ok2baprincess always refers to her “boys” as the important guys in her life, her closest male friends.
Being a gay male, you’d think that I have a lot of really close gay friends, like you see on television. Well, TV lies. I do have a few great gay friends but really… in Columbia, besides my amazing incredible beautiful wonderful boyfriend… I only have two or three super close gay friends.
I won’t name them… you know who you are.
So, when I say “my boys” I mean the guys in Columbia that for any particular amount of time were of the most importance to me. In particular we’ve got Chase and Corey ( @clettenberg and @coreyschmidt respectively). They are of the awesome band, Scouts (check them out at http://scoutsmusic.com or on their MySpace).
The band recently moved outta town, off to Kansas City Missouri, you know, where all the big bands really make it… Well… hopefully that’ll be the case for them.
Ever since, my life has been a little empty. I miss the late night bad decisions they helped me make, the trips to the tattoo parlors where I drunkenly asked for full sleeves and various body piercings. There’s the incredibly open conversations about sex, relationships and emotions that I don’t think I could have with any other friend. I miss Chase’s insults on my clothing, taste in music, taste in television, taste in movies, taste in… well my taste period. I miss the apparent battle between Chase and Corey for who could wear the gayest outfit, the tightest jeans, the deepest v-necks.
I miss their concerts, taking their pictures, shooting the shit with the band and just generally experiencing all the good, and bad, that we all went through together. Breakups, new relationships, shit jobs, shit classes, you get the point.
I miss the random trips to St. Louis to hang with Chase’s insane(ly awesome) cousin and the completely EPIC beer pong tournaments at Corey’s apartment.
Bottom line, I miss my boys. And Chase coming into town the other day, seeing a movie with him and Karen at RagTag Cinema just brought back all those positive memories.
Soon I’ll be moving to California, well in about a year. There I will be reunited with all of my old wonderful friends. Meanwhile, I have a few of those really special friends in Columbia; as time passes and external forces push us away, again I will look fondly at the times we had together.
So here’s a cheers to my best brotastic friends, even if they abandoned me here in the great abyss that is Mid Missouri.