OHMYGOD.Â I totally neglected to share with you one of the most awesome experiences I have ever been privilaged enough to witness: I watched a man come-of-age.Â And become a god.
First of all, lemme say that I have known this man since he was the gawky teenager who decided to be a techie when he didn’t have anything else to do.Â He came to a party at the Bitter House once (with someone we did not invite), and he was actually kind of funny.Â I watched him and thought, “Well, look at him, all growin’ up.”
Next thingÂ I knew, he was married.Â And then there was a baby.Â So I figured, “Man, he grew up FAST.”
But then he was a spot operator for Pinocchio.Â And he wore Heeleys (the shoes I hate) and drove a motorcycle.Â So I was kinda torn.Â Grown up?Â Or Not?
Dude.Â He so kicked my ass with this.
Saturday night, we all met at the Debil’s house for an adult party.Â We were SO excited to not have children around, after the horrid weekend we’d suffered through.Â And in walks ManBoy, motorcycle helmet in hand, with two boys we had never seen before.Â He politely asked the hostess if she had any cleaning supplies.Â She nods, looking over the two unknowns.
Then ManBoy comes out with it: these two teens had egged his bike and our sound guy’s car.Â AND THEY WENT AFTER THEM, TERRORIZED THEM, MADE THEM CALL THEIR PARENTS, AND WOULD NOW MAKE THEM WASH THE VEHICLES AT 10 AT NIGHT.
It was awesome.Â Totally awesome.Â The teens trembled in the house, where ManBoy never lost his cool.Â His voice was always steady, but he gave the impression that one false step would result in a serious ass-kicking.
And the crowning glory?Â Ready?Â He made the boys give him their cell phone numbers, father’s cell phone numbers, and addresses.Â And they had half an hour to get home.Â He was calling in twenty minutes to speak to their father.Â If they didn’t hand the phone over, he was calling or coming over.Â
I. Was. In. Awe.
So kudos to ManBoy, who has since totally become MAN THAT RULES THE BOYS.Â It truly, truly made my night.