On our mid-day walk, Ryan and I thought about egging the third floor windows right by our desks and then going back upstairs to the office only to make a scene at how horrible the "youths" are these days. We practiced constraint and, instead, laughed, and stood in line at Walgreens, holding everyone up, making them (as in everyone) (as in the people in the line) hate us while Ryan bought new earbuds because one of his headphones had "blown out." He was telling me how he was going to dress up as Speaker John Boehner dressed up as Spongebob Squarepants for Halloween while Amanda was going to go as Michelle Bachman as Patrick Star. He was going to put self tanner on his face and I said "you have to be crying the entire night." I suggested applying a stream of glue and let it dribble and dry down his face for a truer effect.
I decided there, in line, to be Marie Osmond dressed up as a Pepsi can. It seemed right.
In Walgreens, we wouldn't argue that this (our future dressings for Halloween) is "meta" rather commentary on costumes. Or, costumes directly commenting on themselves and the inherent counterfeit - "ness" of costumery. That a costume could be wearing a costume.
I'm not sure there are many best friends that you've known for years that you can work with, sit next to, and instant message and still be profoundly productive together. But I have one. Happy Birthday, Ryan. When I'm around you my brain lights on fire.