Pete . . . what a joker!

It is safe to say that Pete was to me as he was to many . . . a great friend, someone you could ALWAYS rely on and confide in. Because we had this strong friendship we were able to pick on each other like brothers - and God could we be ruthless with one another. All week, I just keep thinking about all the great moments, and all the fun stories.
The one that springs to mind is a little prank Pete played on me almost a year ago. Pete and Richie were down in Atlanta to play golf over Labor Day weekend. Just a classic weekend full of hi-jinks. Mid-way through the weekend I found a photo copied picture of me and a lady-friend from a wedding we were at earlier in the year. I called Pete and Richie out telling them how lame that was, and that if it was me I would have at least done things right and brought 100 copies instead of just one picture.
That night we went out to eat and I left the table to relieve myself and found 3 more photos of me and my lady-friend taped in the bathroom at the Restaurant. At this point I knew I was in trouble and the boys had me beat. I tried to go back to the table and play like nothing happened, but the boys know me too well, they were giggling like school girls as I sat down trying to pretend I didn't care.
As of 3 weeks ago, I am still finding these damn pictures hidden around my apartment. For 9 months everytime I find a new picture I would call Pete and we could always have a laugh together even though we were a few hundred miles away.
I sit here today, and I can't wait until I am performing some mundane task around the apartment and I find the next hidden picture. When I find that picture I will call Richie and we will get to have one more laugh with our old friend.
I can't wait to see everyone and tell a bunch of shitty old stories. If anyone wants to talk, PLEASE don't hesitate to call me!