I was listening to my web radio mix today and Sam Cooke's "Bring It On Home To Me" came on. Do you know that song? If you don't, go find it, get it, listen to it. (Um, legally, of course.)
I love that song and that man's voice so much that it usually makes me stop in my tracks and think "Why does anyone else bother singing?" It's completely useless. Anything you can sing, Sam can sing better. How did Carly Simon put it...nobody does it better?
I started think about how that applies to just about everyone I hang out with. Each one of my friends is - in my humble opinion - the absolute bomb at something.
My one friend is incredible at shaking a bad mood. I've seen this person be in abject tears about a break-up and the next minute she's giggling and all "the hell with it, let's go bring some beer home and make fun of a Lifetime Movie." Some call it bi-polar. I call it admirable.
Another friend of mine - who happens to be my sister - is the best when it comes to putting herself out for her friends. I don't mean the kind of friend that will lend you $50 in a pinch. I mean the kind of friend who, at my bachelorette party, either sneakily disposed of or downed all the shots being foisted on me. (And she was not in a drinking mood!) But she did it for me, because I was a nervous wreck about the wedding and didn't want to be hung over the next day for all the errands I still had to run. It worked too. I was soberly asleep by 2am. I found out the next morning that around the same time I was drifting off, she was getting sick. That, my friends, is a Friend.
Then there's my husband. As much as I like to laugh, and as many funny friends as I have, it's rare that I crumble into laughter. You know the kind that hurts your stomach a little? That's how my husband makes me laugh. Nearly every single day. My husband can be idly watching TV with me, casually muttering jokes that would require most people an army of Conan O'Brien's writers.
What about you and your 'man?' What is he the absolute best at? Nobody does what better? |
