OMG what a beautiful/funny story. Your friend is quite the friend. Great just great. I have to find something to mop off my desk with. LOL
SHHH!!!! No you dont!!!!
I was still in my first school after boot camp. I couldnt fly home, so her mom flew her up to Chicago. (her parents knew I was going to propose.) The base was having a July 4th celebration/carnival type thing. We went on a few rides, and that, in conjuction with the smell of different greasy foods, made her feel a bit queazy. The food carts were set up all around the rides. So I led her to a patch of grass upwind of everything, where we sat down to wait on the fireworks. My best friend walked up to me as soon as the fireworks started and handed me the ring I had bought for her. It was just a promise ring. Being on an E-2 pay, I couldnt afford more. I stood up to one knee, opened the box, and before I could say anything, her eyes lit up, and she puked all over my buddy's shoes. He was such a good sport about it. He actually stood there off to the side, holding her purse, with her puke on his shoes, while im holding her hair out of her vomit stream. That moment brought me two thoughts. One, was the obvious. I was going to be marry a woman that pukes at the thought of spending the rest of her life with me. And two, if my best friend stood there by me through that, he would be one of those friends that will be there for you until one of you dies.
Since she and I were friends in high school, we had never missed a 4th of July together. That fact held true even through the various commands and deployments. Ive somehow always managed to either be at home, or she's made the trip to meet me. The farthest drive being up to NYC in 2000. July 4th has always been "our" holiday. Weve missed birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries, but never July 4th.
Not a movie. The Hanukkah Song, by Adam Sandler.
