My Favorite Matt

I feel super special.

I got a call AND an email from my Matt. I love him. He's my Matt. He's one of my very bestest friends in the whole wide world, and without him, I would truly be lost. He is #1 on my lifeboat list, and no matter where I am, or what time it is, or who I'm with, or who he's with, I know that he's there for me.

He was the first one that I told about my grandfather. He took three finals early so he could be there for me at the funeral, even though I threatened him with bodily harm if he failed his classes on my account. Matt was there, right next to me, holding my hand, giving me tissues when my own got too snotty. He is my thick and thin, sick and sin, bosom buddy.

My Matt will never see this blog. I would never, NEVER give him the link. Especially now that I'm sitting here writing this entry. I don't want him to get a big head. (Bigger than he already has, with all the ladies he scams regularly. I don't really care. I know I'm more important to him than they will ever hope to be. HA!)

He and I have been friends since before I can remember. My dad and my godfather, his dad, have been best friends since forever, and passed it down to us. There are tons of pics of an adorable, precocious two year oldMatty holding an even more adorable baby Katherine. We used to live really close, but a long time ago, they moved to a hole in the wall town outside Buffalo NY, and we moved to the Poconos.

But time and distance didn't do much. The bond of Yankee adoration, buffalo wings, Peeps (marshmallows shaped like bunnies or chicks that are made like five minutes from my house) and watching movies late at night have kept us together. Plus the fact that I can get him golf shirts for dirt cheap. (Big fan of the polo shirt. Plus, he plays golf, so it's a match made in heaven.)

I miss him a lot right now. I haven't seen him in months. I was supposed to go up and visit him for spring break, but I didn't have any money. It royally sucks that he is up in NH, and I'm stuck here in PA. Stupid distance. Stupid planes. Why do they have to be so damn expensive?

I am kind of peeved at him right now. During this call I got, he mentioned that he broke his shoulder. So naturally, I freak out. It's what I do. He's fine, the stupid moron 'fell wrong' while playing tackle football. Idiot. (I got to keep the ego down. Even if he won't read this. I gotta keep it to a manageable level.) He tends to get a little to into sports, but what I'm peeved at is that this happened last Saturday! He waited nine days to tell me! I was going to kill him, but he promised to put a hex on the Red Sox, so I'm not quite as mad as I was initially.

Matt is actually graduating from college in one month. And what's better, I get to go. I'm going to be finished with school the week before he commences, so I'm going, and I'm so excited. I never actually thought that he would graduate. He's changed his major six times in four years, and he still mangages to get all his ducks in a row in four years. After he grads, he'll be in Boston for one year, (I fear for him. A Yankee fan in Boston? He won't survive the week.) and then he's going to be based on Long Island. Two hours away! We can actually make regular visits!

Plus, only two months later, his brother, my JonJon, is getting married, so we are all going up to the wedding. I'm so excited. Two visits, long visits too, in just two months. I feel like it's Christmas. (Which reminds me. He still owes me my Christmas Present. He said that it wasn't something that he could send FedEx. I just hope that it's not his Barkerlounger. I hate that stupid thing.)

Also, because of him, I know that someday, I'll be an old married lady. He's my backup. If I'm not anywhere near the realm of being married by the time I'm thirtyfive, he'll marry me. (He'd be a confirmed bachelor if not for me.) That way, our families will be happy. Plus, I'll be married to someone tall, dark and handsome, who can dance and is also my best friend. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself!

I can't believe that I actually wrote all this down. If he were ever to find out, the mocking would never cease. I would never live it down. No matter where I went, he would follow going "You looooove me. You loooooove me!" Yep, so glad I never gave him that link. Smartest thing that I never did.

But for all the complaining I do about how irritating it is to have a best friend that WAITS NINE DAYS to tell you he BROKE HIS SHOULDER, I really, really would be lost without him. Besides, who would debate whether Coffee Talk or the Spartan Cheeleaders was the best SNL sketch with? (Coffee Talk, hands down.) If any of you have a Matt, count yourselves lucky. I know I do. So I suppose he does deserve all this fanfare in his honor, considering that I'm probably going to call him tomorrow very, very early, just to annoy him.

Hee! I'm not completely evil. But he woke me up two Saturdays ago, to ask me how to spell Antidestablishmentarianism. He owns a dictionary. I should know, I bought it for him last year when he told me that he didn't have one. But instead, he calls me up at 7am on a Saturday.

Payback, baby, payback.

Katherine