Friday, March 03, 2006
I rarely refer to him as just "Brian". It has to be "Brian Joy". I'm not sure why. As my sister, Linny once said, "Brian Joy has befallen the same fate as my co-worker, Lily Woo."
Brian and I know exactly the date we met and became friends. My baby shower for James was held one day after he was born and he came to it with an acquaintance from the music department who was in love with him.
unfortunately for Brian, the person in love with him was a girl, so it created complications.
He caught my eye with his shower gift. I thought it was rather brave to give a stranger a diaper filled with chocolate that was labeled, "Chalka-Cacca". FUNNY. Which says a lot as I am no lover of excrement.
Brian has a very "Colorful" wardrobe. I have threatened more than once to call "Queer Eye for the Gay Guy" to come and burn most of his wardrobe. I tried once, but I think he managed to hide the above sweater from me, dammit.
This is him now, wearing his ever peace-loving-leftist BLING:
Brian is also forced to watch a hud-load of bad film with me. Embarrassing to admit, but while I love a LOT of good film, I am always drawn to the badies as well (When Brian was a film critic for the Valley Channel, he kept threatening to do a segment called, "Loralee's Lemons"). Here are a list of his top FAVORITES with me:
Blair Witch Project
Ring 1 AND 2 (The first one scared the shit out of me. I made him come into my house, I turned on EVERY LIGHT in the house, made him turn around while I got into PJ's and then dove under my covers. THEN I let him leave!)
He also says he can always tell when I am going to ask him to do something he will absolutely DESPISE (Like helping my parents move their year's worth of wheat storage) because I have a "TONE".
I have re-created it for you all to enjoy:
He is always a gentleman, he walks me to my door, we walk arm in arm everywhere (We have had more than one person ask if we're married), I adore his sweet family-I call his parents Mom and Dad Joy and his sister, Sherry is just a gem. They decorate for every single holiday (They have pristine family drawings from his great great grandmother, I swear). CHRISTMAS (Due to the name) looks like it barfs on their house (In a good way)...they even change all the china and decorations in their 300 hutches.
I just love him to death.
I'm so glad he's my friend.
Hey, since I've already outed him to the whole world, if you are an unattached guy and want his number, give me a holler.
He's a keeper.