Best Man

It’s the first time I’ve ever been a best man. Come to think of it, this’ the first time that one of my closest friends is getting married. Frankly, I still don’t know any of the best man responsibilities and I only have a few weeks left.

Cocoy and I have known one another for 20 years now. He’s the first guy I met way back in 1984 on the first day of my high school life, (except maybe some of my former classmates in grade school). He already wore eyeglasses back then so my first impression was he’s the serious type. He also brought his briefcase and all the text books one would probably need for the whole term I had a brown paper bag with my lunch and one notebook. I got to know him through a guy who used to live on the same street as ours. He was Ed’s classmate in grade school.

Looking back, the only thing that Cocoy and I have in common is our love for drawing. We love it so much that we both took the same course in college only the go in different directions midway, me thru Architecture and him thru computers and graphic design. We rarely saw one another the last few years of college because he transferred to a different school. In my fifth year though, I asked for his help with my thesis and it was only then both of us and the rest of our “barkada” was back together.

12 years removed from college, Cocoy is getting’ married, much to the relief of his mom and grandma, both of whom always chides us to settle down already. 20 years after, I finally know now, that first impressions isn’t everything, that opposites “do” attract, and no matter the time and distance, real friendships never go stale.

Congratulations Bro!

And now come the bachelor’s party, Woohoo!