Ode to QBC

Sitting around the table last night, I realized that it's been a long time since I'd hung out with a bunch of guy friends.  Growing up, I'd always had lots, but I guess later on, it became increasingly difficult or impossible to make new ones.  I think that you need to have known eachother in the awkward days before growing breasts or facial hair in order to keep the relationship from being anything other than platonic.  

Hanging out with them is fun because it usually involves food and talking about girls and the proper way to grow sideburns or shave a beard.  They bicker like old ladies. They can discuss politics, sports and sex in one sentence.  They're adorable and sweet and sometimes unkempt, and care for eachother in an old married couple kinda way.  This kinda stuff you can never find with new guys you meet, they're never this easy going.... because I didn't know them when they were skinny with gargly voices.  

But I admire the way these guys are really there for eachother and I'm almost heartbroken by their loyalty to one another, becuase it proves to me that friends like this still exist. To all the QBC boys that I've grown up with, thanks for the food, laughter and lessons.