Hurricane Engagement.

Finalmente.

So, My closest Morehouse friend and Boogers got engaged. Unfortunately I was in such a rush to get over there that night after brunch (yeah you read right), that I completely neglected my camera.

Sigh.

In any case, I'll post the photo of the two I framed for them; it was the first evening they were all googly-eyed to each other in public. Think David Beckham and his paycheck.

Admittedly, I clearly was the last to know about the two being an item. I've known DB since college (way back when) and I've seen my dearest Malyalam Bedford-native vomit in one star southern Egyptian 'hotels.' The odd thing is, my relationships with them were completely independent. I'd shoot the Scheiße with DB over some sort of organized sport, esoteric indy film, or some delicious multi-culti food. For the flaca South Asian we'd play ping pong ad nauseum, feign resistance to game night at the Afropersian's place, and globe trot together. Great stuff, eh?

Then they had to get all lubby dubby. I'd call one and get the other. I'd want to go out mysteriously they'd be unavailable during evening hours. Then the most miraculous thing happened.
Hurrican Rita.

I know, I know. Acts of God generally aren't thought of as blessings. Especially hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico circa 2005, but let me explain. As any logical human being would, I decided to evacuate, mercifully ending my surgery rotation. So who do I take with me to inland Texas? DB and Flaca of course (Kevin my roomy declined a speedy logical exit for other reasons).

People reported spending 18 hours in traffic, suffering from late summer Texas heat reflected by a rivers of concrete highway. Others say they siphoned gas just to get going given the shortage. We shopped for routers and were greeted by my grandmother's pie. With some creative motoring and back roads we were 100 miles inland in two hours.

Essentially we made an extended weekend of the ordeal and got allot closer (in a non-biblical sense). Our trio traded stories, ate delicious food, watched movies, soaked in some cool night air, and star-gazed. Since then the whole DB-Flaca thing was demystified and any question of how and why was replaced by "finally."

Two years later I still feel this and am terribly grateful that I will forever be able to see them together. We toasted the couple after a emphatic 'yes' response earlier that Sunday evening. In any case, congratulations again! My your new relationship be as delighful as our Hurricane...and less initially anxiety provoking.