Recently my nephew Matt pulled off a unique trifecta (no, not the ponies again, freakin’ Destiny’s Tap Dance for the win! Outta my way sketchy old man, grab a shower will ya! Gotta cash in my ticket! … it was an issue once for Matt … or maybe was it me … but we’ve, I’ve, been seeking counseling) he graduated, birthdayed and Eagle Scouted all at the same time. Now right there my brain hurts a little. The only time I’ve ever had the Universe converge in such a way was when I celebrated a birthday once and then did two other things, like wake up and then trudge to the shower. But he pulled it off, and with aplomb I might add and for his efforts he was gifted a well earned brand new electric guitar from a group of us old folks who will surely try to glom off his future fame as the next John Mayer.
Beck, my Sis, group texted a number of us to see if we would be willing to chip in a dollar or two for said guitar, and there was something in there as well about a purple one and a new color instead because purple wasn’t now available and clashed possibly with his shorts of future guitar playing fashion choices or Prince wasn’t really dead or velvet Elvis posters also clashed in the black light … whatever, but I was all in. I even figured out how to send Beck some $$ from my PayPal account instead of waiting for some moment where we were all together to hand her a check that she would look at me then with a sideways, scoffing glance, “Dude, you really are old aren’t you?”
Seems this was an “everybody wins” kind of thing Matt. Ol’ dog, new tricks my friend!
But Matty, I wanted you to know, that in the span of that new guitar group text, the back and forth’s, that Buck and your Uncle Steve, “Unca Steve” if you were still only 5, proved themselves to be nothing more than 12 year old boys.
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Beck: Matt wants a purple electric guitar he saw. With his birthday, graduation and Eagle Scout all next week. Group gift? Just an idea. Throwing it out there.
Mary Anne: I’m in.
Other phone #: We’re in!
Buck: Ya
Other phone #, #2: I’m in!
Nick (my brother): Ya
(Buck and Nick cut of the same verbose cloth it seems)
Beck: Yay!!! Thanks
Me: Put me in as well!!!
Beck: I put $100 down but it was for a different guitar. The one he wanted was gone already but this one was the same price and he loved it (and he said it would go with more outfits than the purple one would have 😊).
(Hey, don’t be tryin’ to Jones my signature parentheses lady!)
Then Beck added a pic of Matt at the store on a stool with guitar in hand.
First other phone #: Looking at the pic real quick I totally thought Matty had some kind of Forrest Gump leg brace on … totally threw me off.
Beck: Lol, nah, just a stool.
Buck: Lololoo … she said stool
(and yes Buck, I saw what you did there with ‘loo’)
Beck: (a poop emoji)
Mary Anne: Hahaha
Me: You know I knew “stool” was coming right? And how did I know? ‘Cause Buck beat me to it.
Buck: Lol
Me: We’re guys. We’re always 12
Buck: She always asks me that
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So Matt, as you play your well earned new not purple guitar and find some better color coordination fashion with it and write tunes that will Wow us I’m sure at some point in the future (oh, and let Jacob chip in some lyrics by the way, gotta have some wonderfully dry and too funny sardonic wit additions) (parentheses are mine Beck!) and be all creative know that there was a stool joke involved.
Outside, a just me and Beck text.
Beck: You’re an ass.
Me: I know.
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