A Very Special Friday with James

One year ago today, I met James. We were sitting at Elizabeth's (Betsy) house, and she said, "my friend James just moved back to Houston and is going to go out with us. I think y'all will get along." I was skeptical (mainly because at the time I knew about 10 people in Houston[that number is DRASTICALLY larger this year], and because I'm kind of a meanie [i.e. bitch] and usually find some reason not to hang out with someone- if you need further proof of this, read the post before this one).

So in walks this burly, bearded man to Elizabeth's house. I start talking to him, and immediately realize that he has to be my 11th friend in Houston. He looked at me like I was batshit crazy (I am/was), and then I informed him that we were going to be friends for a long time. He looked at me like I was nuts, and then the three of us headed out for a night on the town, where he proceeded to carry Elizabeth home, while I gave him a personal tour of Midtown, and pointed out all the places I had used the bathroom on the walk from our favorite establishments to her house (I kind of used to sleep on her couch all the time because I wouldn't drink and drive the 11 blocks back to my house- which is actually a really responsible thing to do). Why James ever hung out with me again, I'll never know, but thankfully he did, and it's been all downhill uphill ever since.

It's been a fun year of crawfish (even though he INSISTS on saying crayfish) boils, me suckering him into philanthropic events, 2 awesome birthday parties, 6 am Saturday texts, terrible photos, beer drinking, football game watching, dirty joke telling, and many many Friday's with James. And on that note, I'll leave you with two photos, and a Friday with James. Thanks James for being such an awesome friend!!

Brewery tour, where he got soaking wet so we could stay dry.

If any of you ladies want me to put in a good word for you, let me know.

Just saw this picture of James & I for the first time today. It pretty much sums up our relationship- beer, food, me chasing tail, James judging (with good cause).

He and I have a pretty good track record at the 'Dillo.

It has been a year. And he hasn't killed me. YET.