This is Friendship, Part 1

I have been super lucky to make friends with some amazing people over the internet. Some of them have crossed over from "imaginary people" to real, honest and genuine friends that I count on for just about everything.

One of those people is Lauby, the former El Jefe of the House of Paincakes. When he and Dethtron started the joint up, I wrote to them and asked them to let me join their blog roll. I wasn't sure they would say yes, to be honest.

I am primarily into RPGs and not miniatures, and I have a really strange POV about gaming being a lady. Sometimes that reality doesn't mesh with what blog netwerk people have in mind for their membership and I have been told to beat feet at least once.

But they said yes, and then I became a writer for them. Then we got to emailing and chatting and discussing reality and we became friends. The fact that I am from the same town where the two of them met and went to college (Uni) together helped seal the deal in terms of bonding and friendship.

Lauby and I especially hit it off and became pretty good friends. While he was miserable, underemployed and trying to stay sane out on the East Coast, I was floating him regular silly encouragements and general "stay happy" vibes. Many a dick joke has passed between us, as we are both apparently 12.

When I was in a long string of terrible job-itis, Lauby propped me up with continued proclamations of my awesomeness and proudly acted as a reference for me as I applied for a new job for almost a year straight. (From one bad job right into another until I found my current place, which is ridiculously wonderful.)

He himself has had a bad time lately, so rather than let him mope about it, I threatened to come out to see him. He apparently was afraid I would bring my son again because he declined and came over to my house, hung out with me and my dog, and then we went out to eat/drink/be social.

This is proof that Lauby exists and isn't some ridiculous figment of my imagination.

We went to a pub that I really like, but TheDude doesn't care for- so I was thrilled to have a willing victi friend to go with. We had great food and a few drinks. Lauby got hit on by a very aggressive and very confused lady, and we had way too much fun laughing about it on the way home.

This is what friends do- they take care of each other when shit is bad and help each other through that crap. Then they celebrate the good stuff and tell dick jokes.