Ponderful Thoughts: My Weekend with Cory & Cooper Part I

It feels like it's been a while since I've gotten on here and really had something to talk about. But tonight I feel as though maybe, just maybe I do. This last weekend was one for the ages. It was one I'll always remember and one that I needed in the worst possible way.

January was not kind to me. Well that's not entirely true. My wonderful Mom and amazing Sister came to visit which was only the kind of family fun that we could have and ended with me surprise surprise crying as I leave from dropping them off at the airport and heading to work. But every since that very moment it had been all downhill.

I got told that I would have to move out of my place that I have come to love and have made into a home away from home. I've had a dream about seeing and hanging out with my ex the day before her wedding 6 days ago. 3 days before that I had a dream I was at my father's retirement party. and 1 day before that I had a dream that I was at Kaden's high school graduation. I say that to say that for the past few weeks there had just been this longing inside of me messing all of those back home. Even the ones that I kind of really hate.

And then just like that Cory Williamson, the Godfather himself scheduled a visit and turned it all around. Much like Mary Poppins only when he comes into town his two friends get really drunk, practically take over every bar they go to, embarrass themselves in front of women by throwing up on themselves(me), fart out an entire apartment, peeing on the Church of Scientology, Roscoes Chicken and Waffles, FIFA World Cup, and enjoying a beautiful sunset over the Pacific Ocean. And that is really just for starters.

I wanted to tell you all about everything in just one blog, but I realized there is just way to much to tell so I'm going to break it down into three parts and just give you the highlights of this adventure. And this adventure started Thursday night.... After circling the airport for at least 40 minutes bullshitting with each other we Finally picked up Cory and the Desperate Housguys/Building C reunion was under way. I think it is safe to say that the boys were back in town, and I don't think this town will ever quite be the same.

Now it was mentioned or kind of assumed that Thursday was just going to be a relax chill not for us, but really and truly the thing that must be realized is that when anyone in my circle gets together there is only one speed that we like to go, and much like Ricky Bobby we just want to go fast. And all that I can say is that somewhere around our second shot of SoCo and my obsession over just how nice the asses of must of the waitresses at Ye Old Rustic Inn were I kind of lost the plot. And by that I mean I was well on my way to being hammered drunk, but there was something great about being with these two guys downing drinks talking about the good times and making fun of each other at every opening that just brought me back.

I probably have a hundred moments from this weekend that I get to carry with me from now on and it started right from the jump. Sometimes things in life let you down, but I must say my friends never do, they are always holding me up, it really is amazing. We took the party from the bar back to Cooper's place and a few beers and a frozen pizza later I, Brandon Ponder was out like a light. I truly was the nerd at the sleep over that goes to sleep first and then everybody goes out T.P.ing and then they meet up with a group of girls that are having a slumber party and play spin the bottle. And then later on I have to lie and pretend I was a part of it all.

I have been on record saying just how amazing FIFA World Cup is and now after this weekend I think I can safely say that it is "the greatest game of all time!" Because while I was passed out on Cooper's love seat they were inthralled in a battle to win the World Cup that kept them up until 630 in the morning. Now of course I can't really go into all the specifics because after all I was the nerd that was sleep on the couch. But from what I've heard of the stories it was one epic night of FIFA that ended in a heartbreaking loss. And apparently these bozos were being so loud over FIFA that the downstairs neighbor came up to bitch them out. And apparently I was still dead to the world on the couch snoring at this point.

I did wake up. And like a drunken idiot I stumble to the bathroom used it, came out thinking that I had only been asleep for 15 minutes not knowing that it was 630 in the morning and we were all about to crash some of us for just the first time.

It's a funny thing being with some of your best friends. Because a night sitting at a bar and giving each other shit all night and then going home drinking beers, listening to records, passing out, and playing FIFA can be enough. It can be just what the doctor ordered to get you out of your funk. And if that is all you did all weekend you would seriously be just fine. Lucky for us and all of you out there that is not the case............

TO BE CONTINUE.

In honor of Phillip Seymour Hoffman, my top 5 scenes.

5. Along Came Polly