So, the other night Josh and I got drunk and...

PAUSE.

OK. So, I am noticing lately that a lot of my stories or starting off that way. Whether it is here or in my journal or when I am at a bar... um. Wow. Bar. OK. So. Anyway, my stories are involving a lot more alcohol than usual.

But, anyway, we are drunk and it's the third day of Hanukkah. Josh is Jewish. Yah Jews! And per my fascination with the Jews and all they do, Josh invited me over for a traditional dinner of Latkes. They're these potato pancake-like goodies that you eat with--prepare yourself, here-- sour cream or apple sauce. Are you kidding me! Do you know how much this rocks?

Before we ate though, he lit the menorah and sang the traditional prayer. I watched from his leather chair. You know when you're at the zoo and a cute animal is doing something that you just didn't realize cute animals could do? Now, I'm not saying Jews are cute animals... they are cute... but not animals. But what I am saying is that I stared at Josh like he was a total different person.

It's layers. Like the latkes he was making. You have the crust--our outsides--the stuff you see everyday. Then, sometimes when the timing is just right, you get that center. The part that you cut in to and is the whole reason why you're eating something... or friends with someone. Josh is a funny guy that makes me laugh and is as talented as they come. But when you see someone in this place where you've never seen them before you start to realize how we are just layers and the longer and better you know someone, the more those layers peel off and the greater the flavor. As he prayed, I saw him in that exact place. I saw him bigger and greater and it made me realize how lucky I am to be friends with anyone-- Josh and so many of the people that I share my life with.

Life is sort of better that way... sharing it with good people.
Being drunk once in a while makes it fun, too.
Also, pictures of Byron making Latkes make it better: