Greg and Paul say hello.

We are hanging out on the couch and we thought we'd connect with everyone on the blog, kind of like including you in on our little reunion. I know you're ecstatic. We went around Golden and hit all the hot spots. Yes it was very similar to 20 years ago. The girls loved us, despite looking more like Laurel and Harding, we were still super stars!

As a matter of fact, while trying to grab a quick lunch at Chili's, just keeping to ourselves (as we prefer to do), we were approached by several blog fans that were shocked to see us together. Apparently they had no idea a reunion was in progress and they wanted to know all the details. We were polite, but really just wanted to finish our chicken ranch sandwiches so we could play some tennis.

So basically Greg and I spent most of day 1 talking about life, old friends, and the mistakes and accompishments we've made along the way. It was awesome,! the stories we told, we laughed, we cried, we almost died. Well..., we did review, for the umpteenth time the story about when we rented pretty in pink! My dad walked in during one of the scenes and nearly turned pretty pink, himself. He was strictly opposed to the content in the movie, yet we pleaded for him to let us watch it anyway. He became enraged by our attitude and utter disregard to the demorilizing effect that these raunchy movies could have on us! Still red faced and embarassed by the behavior of his eldest sons, my dad turns to Greg and pronounces, "Greg, please forgive me for having this type of movie in our home and exposing you to it!"

No pause, no uncomfortable silence, Greg's response was instantaneously spit out, "That's ok, just don't let it happen again!"

Oh ! My! God! Greg's timing, uncommonly misplaced was chilling. It was like, my dad was ready to take our heads off and Greg was handing him the ax. Fortunately my dad did not kill us that day and Greg and I continued to be friends. We didn't care about the movie anyway. Prank calling Nadine was much more fun. We both called her obsessively over the next couple hours, trying as persuasivelly as possible, to win her heart. Neither of us wanted her heart, but we didn't mind watching her squirm uncomfortably torn and agonizing over the decision of which one she would choose. Our scheme was Guantamano in nature, but she still wasn't completely broken. She even began to suspect us. Our phone calls were too perfectly timed. We'd hang up pick up the phone, dial, this time greg would talk, then I would call then greg.

"Are you and Greg at the same house?"

"Uh, no"
'Click!' She hung up! Without a seconds hesitation I called Greg's house. I knew what she was going to do and I had to stop her! All we needed was Eric, who was home, to tell Nadine when she called that Greg was in the bathroom. It worked like a charm! The scamming continued, mercilessly!

Anyway enough of old dumb stories. We have new adventures to take on. After rescueing Greg from Auschwitz, I took him to this really cool outdoor stadium called the Red Rock ampitheater. Greg was really impressed. Even better we ate breakfast lunch and dinner every day. It was absolutely fantastic. I willingly sacrificed myself for Greg. But you know he would do the same for me! I love you man! Oh and thanks for that comment Greg I didn't want to brag and mention that I totally kicked your ass in tennis, but since you already let it out, no harm in embelishing a little!