So in a string of e-mails going back and forth between Zack and I, an odd conversation began. It ended with his making a strange prediction, and I quote it because I don't have the time to make this shit up anymore...
"I’m almost willing to bet on when that will all happen. I’d say this:
- Engaged: end of this year
- Married + house + bun in the oven: end of 2010
- 1st kid out + 2nd on the way: end of 2011
I’ll even give you straight-up odds on it – that’s how confident I am."
I laughed so hard, I had to leave the office. When I could breathe again, I sent him back that I'd give him 3-to-2.
Would I put off or even ruin any romantic relationship just to win a bet with my best friend? You're Goddamn right I would. And he acknowledged that, and said he'd do the same thing. He said I could only blog about this if I spoke of his impending victory. So here goes: Zack... you're...heh heh....you're going.........you're gonna win AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! You're fucked buddy, I'm sorry.
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