This ode is overdue, for he’s surely like no other–He’s my best friend until the end–This has to be my brother: 
His fashion sense is like butter; he makes it all look good—he sports what he wants–as he always has done—He wears things that no one ever should.
My brother is frustratingly athletic- he’s good at ever-blomin’-thing—He’s a killer bowler- he’s a damn good golfer—The only thing he can’t do is sing:
Peter and I weren’t exactly the quiet kids, instead we were quite lowdy—Pete cheers for the jazz, they’re his favorite football team–When they win we all get real rowdy
I want to take a break to honor Pete for his drinking: he doesn’t get too curled–But he drinks DosXX, his blood smells of cologne—He is the most interesting man in the world:
Ladies beWARE he can dance like a muthah—he’s spin you around the dance floor— and even dance like a bruthah 
My brother has rad friends, they always let me crash—They walk The Loop–They get kicked out of bars—And they should have made my bro keep the stash:
Peter’s always down to do cool stuff–he’s such a positive note-smile on his face, he keeps with the pace–And he doesn’t get pissed when I flip the boat
I love my brother for many a different reason–he’s cheel, and incredibeel—But I love him the most during Jazz season:
Pete and I are two peas in a pod–the strangest you’ve ever seen—we’re nothing alike and EVERYTHING alike—When he’s around it’s always the best it’s ever beeen 
I’m so proud of brother, sometimes it brings me to tears—he kills it in life–he attains his goals–I want to take him out for beers:
I want to thank mom and dad for makin’ him cool to the core—he’s honest-he’s funny—and what you don’t know: He’s an incredible shot with an antique wooden 4:
Peter is gifted, he’s good–he’ll take the world in one bound—he’s one of the people I can be myself around
And after all’s said and done, there something Pete you need to know—it’s amazing to know someone like you—but it’s an honor to call you my bro:
Love you Pete–thanks for being so awesome.
Monthly Archive for August, 2008
Ready set: Here’s a 2 minute lesson in french on how to drive this… 
Ready…Go! : 140 km “outing”…. ?? …. ?? ….. ?? 
YESSSS!!!!!
Gorge-ous. (wah wah wah)
Words are limited when expressing the sentiment surrounding the farewell of Miss Kelly Holland. She and I have been adventuring together for years now. This next adventure of hers however does not include me at all. Kelly Holland -pro-skier- is now heading to Duke University to start a program on the other side of the USA for a nursing degree… I’m proud of her decision, dedication, and courage. I miss her already and I hope that her journey across the United States is a safe and pleasant (long-ass) drive.
An occasion such as this meant I needed to drink that PBR she hauled all the way over here for me… and it was DAMN GOOD: 
To see the Nug off the French Pussy made an appearance… for a couple of nights of good times… ending in an all-nighter dancing in Montpellier. Syaw Fun!
Not to mention that Delphine- Bulldozer was in the house for the weekend of farewell:
Pina Coladas by the pool? O twist my arm…
We’ve had a hell of a summer Nug… I love you… wish you the very best out there in North Cackilacki… You’re thought about every day friend. 
So, Kelly and I lost our names the minute we arrived in France and were hence forth known as “les filles” (the girls). We were rarely referred to as singular entities… usually we came as a two-for-one when someone yelled “LES FILLES!” We had one final outing with the ladies in Nimes last week. It was absolutely gorgeous… Delphine-the incredible-took us on an outing through Roman parks, a small “leaning tower of Pizza”, and a ancient Roman Arena (still used to this day-not quite for the same stuff, but never-the-less still in use).
(no that’s not a cheesy Las Vegas replica of a Roman bath… it IS ONE) 
We also got to meet Delphine’s best friend Sabine and took a tour of her rad optometry store:
Good day as the three filles.
This is the beautiful white horse: Gypsie that I get to ride through a vineyard some nights at sunset… I am allowed to ride as a sidekick to Monsieur Thomas Perret:
(that would be Thomas… galloping toward the castle in the distance… literally) (???)