You guys are assholes. But conversing with you guys is 100 X better than conversing with the hill-rods at the wedding reception. And I've known all of them my whole life. They are all nice. I just don't like the topics of conversation and am constantly awaiting the moment it's time to leave when I'm around them. There's only so much talk about corn, beef, beans, tractors, trucks and Trace Adkins that I can tolerate in one night without becoming agitated.
The best man of the wedding was a guy I grew up with from the time we were born...our mom's were best friends and we were 2 months apart. Spent every day with this dick-wad. Anyways, I've literally got a crazy-weird memory. I can remember RANDOM shit from when I was like 1 and a half to 2 years old. No joke. And I shit you not, I remember being very, very young (under 4) and that guy saying something to me and thinking to myself in whatever toddler language I had in my head, "I don't know why, but I think this guy is a freaking toolbox." Remember it plain as day...his dad came barging outside a couple seconds after I thought that and he chewed our asses for clogging up their toilet with his hot wheels...probably why I remember it to this day. Anyways, regardless of how much of a dipshit I thought he was from day 1, you'd think I'd be excited to hang out with someone I grew up with since birth I hadn't seen in 5 years or so and always generally got along with, right? Hell no. After about 2 minutes of conversing about corn, beef, beans, tractors, excavating, Trace Adkins and farts, I was anxious to get the hell away from him.
The only fun I had that night (well, at the reception...I had fun at the bar afterwards), was talking to a 49ers fan who I graduated with about Alex Smith (even though I was the butt of a bunch of his jokes due to this). This dude's dad owns the business that does the fireworks for Chiefs games (J&M Displays)...and he is heir to the company. Not to mention he works for his dad, so he assists with the fireworks. He has VIP to each home game...which pisses me off considering he is a Niners fan, but I get over it because he asks me to go with him every time I see him. We live in a rural, rural, rural part of Iowa (we graduated in a class of 70-ish)...and I graduated with this cat....and he does the fireworks for CHIEFS games! Small freaking world. But yeah, that was the only high point of the wedding reception...talking to that dude.
There I go with the rambling again....to a dude that never seems to have anything more than a couple lines to say...who probably decided, "tl;dr" half-way through my first paragraph.
