I headed out to Brooklyn after work this past Friday so that I could spend some time with the Internet. It’s been a while since I’ve seen some of you guys and I was thrilled to hang out and see everyone. Unfortunately, since I live so far away, I had to leave the party a bit early. After a sketchy few minutes of trying to figure out what train took me back to Manhattan, I settled in for the long ride back to Grand Central.
I got off the subway at 42nd st. and made my way to the next leg of my journey, the late night local Metro North train which would take me upstate. I affectionately call these late night trains “kook” trains, due to the fact that most of the riders on the late night Friday night trains are drunk or otherwise kooky. (yeah, I’ve been a kook on this train many nights).
I found my seat and settled in for my long ride. The train was filling up as we had about ten minutes to launch. As expected, the people filing in were pretty amped from their Friday night of whooping it up in New York.
Three guys came into the car. Two were wearing black T-Shirts, one said “The Best Man” and the other wore one that said “Groomsman”. The third guy was wearing a white tee, and completely, totally, unimaginably wasted. The two other guys helped him into a seat, where he immediately fell sideways. His buddies helped him again, sitting him up and asking him if he was ok. The guy mumbled. The train then jerked to a start. The best man then asked the drunk guy for his wallet. Being drunk, the guy mumbled something like “why? want my money?” in the unreasonable way only the very drunk talk. His buddy sighed, smiled and said “Dude, I need you train ticket. What I am gonna rip you off?” he then took the wallet and said to him, “Dude, after EVERYTHING you put us through tonight, I SHOULD take all of this money! what is this? $200? where’d you get all this money? I’m broke!” He was clearly being playful. I overheard this and started laughing. Not only have I been the drunk one, but I’ve been the minder as well.
The best man heard me laughing and looked at me. He smiled very apologetically and said that his buddy was getting married. I smiled and said no worries. He then told me of his evening, which consisted of him and his other buddy taking the groom all over the city and getting him wasted. I noticed that the two other guys were completely sober, and judging from his being broke, they paid for all of his drinks. They were now very competently and lovingly (in a broish sort of way) making sure he got home ok.
The Best man then made sure to alert everyone sitting in the general vicinity that, his friend was getting married, he’s very drunk, that me might throw up, and that he was very sorry. To everyone’s credit, they all smiled and said it was ok.
For the rest of the trip home these guys took care of their inebriated buddy. We chatted for a bit more, and I realized that I really, really liked the best man. You know, love comes in so many forms. I didn’t ask the backstory, but these were obviously three guys who have known each other for years, and may have even been best friends since grade school. I liked them, and even through my fear of smelling vomit all the way home, I even envied these guys. This is what friendship is. This is what love is.
And just like that, I also rekindled my love for the kook train.
A quick scan of my Tumblr page has alerted me to the fact that I have posted far too many selfies.
I’m close to losing my Tumblr privileges. I need to write something funny, thought provoking and in absolutely no way about myself.
Now I just need something spectacular to happen.