Happy Birthday Snoop

Today my bestest guy friend turns 23 (incidentally, 23 is his favourite number as he’s the biggest Michael Jordon fan). He’s been bugging me for ages to write something about him on my blog. And that’s just one of the reasons why I love him. Because he is completely honest about being obsessed with himself. That’s not to say he doesn’t care about other people… He is a narcissist who is completely loyal to those that love him (and there are many who love him) and he’s also funny and sweet and thoughtful.

So yes, he’s abused my digital camera to the stage of having taken 66 different head shots of himself and I distinctly remember a time when he whacked me on my arms with a pool cue and when it comes to being a drama queen he is second to none and there are periods when I don’t hear from him for months on end and one time, he was being rude to me for no real reason and I asked him Why and he said because I can say whatever I want to you two since I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think (incidentally, the other person this was directed to was Rat). And he told me my blog template is really boring and that he wouldn't read my blog unless I changed my template. And even if EVERY single other person tells me I look hot in a certain photo, he tells me I look kinda mental from that angle.

But he’s also made me laugh until I could barely breathe. He’s taught me how to play pool like an ace (not that I’m all that good anymore). If ever I spoke to him after a terrible fight with S, I would be bawling my eyes out and he would say almost anything to get me to stop crying and get me to smile. When various boys were hitting on me and sending me pager messages (this was way back in 1999 when I thought I’d never have a mobile phone), he’d sometimes send me ‘suggestive’ messages pretending to be those boys and eventually every time I got a message I’d call him first to make sure it was a genuine message from the boy in question and not really from him… so silly he was. And before I had this text pager, I only had a numeric pager (god, how prehistoric was that) and all my friends had codes that meant they were just saying Hi (yeah, we were 17 and jobless and really lame!) and his code was 8:30 which was a joke about one of the boys hitting on me who wouldn’t say 8:30 like normal people but would say eight tharty. So anyway, once Snoop and I were talking and suddenly he said ‘Gotta go’ and hung up. And then I got a numeric page of 8:30 at exactly 8:30 pm. It was so silly but so sweet and he knew such things would make me laugh.

So anyway, there’s so much more to say about him. He’s such a good basketball player and such a good pool player. His dream is to watch Dr. Dre and/or Snoop Dogg live in concert.

Many a fun moment we have shared together. Many a drunk moment we have shared together. Many a stoned moment we have shared together. And many a comfortable moment we have shared together – the kind of comfort that comes only with the best of friends and the easiest of connections.

The picture below was taken the night before I left India for Australia in 2002. We haven’t been able to be there for each other’s birthdays since, but Snoop, please know that I will get extra drunk just for you tonight and will surely call you to wish you in that state. And I will bray that part in Hey Jude which always reminds me of you.

And please come to Australia to study so we can celebrate many more birthdays together. Please :)