THAT Guy

We all have that person in our lives who is.....well......THAT guy.  The guy who never grows up.  The guy who still lives "the dream".  The womanizer.  The alcoholic.  The life of the party.  Mitch and I have a friend like that, whose name is Urban Cowboy.  

Mitch met Urban Cowboy when we were in college when they were both chosen as Chief.  UC is a small-town boy who loves cattle, cowboy boots, KISS, women, and booze.  Legend has it that during our days at the U of I, UC would go out to the bars every single night.  I don't doubt that it is entirely true.  I would also guess that he dated a girl from each sorority house on campus. 

The reason for this post, you ask?  This t-shirt that I received in the mail from South Cove and PK:

Yep, that's UC's mug on a t-shirt, now sold on campus.  

Now while I am fond of UC, I can't say that he's one of my favorite people.  The many random things he's said and done while I've known him make me want to either a) slap him, or b) report him to the authorities.  Let us take a trip down memory lane, shall we?  Here's a few of the many encounters, stories, and one-liners that UC has graced us with:

1.  One of my first experiences with UC was the Marching Illini road trip our junior year of college.  The first night the band performed at a high school football game, and UC had strapped flasks to his legs (inside his cowboy boots) and drank until he did this:

The t-shirt he's wearing is the high school that we were at - he had bought one at the concession stand.  Yep, totally drunk.  Made a total ass of himself.  

2.  When Mitch and I went out on campus, we frequently would run into UC.  On one particular night as he was talking with us, his head immediately snapped to one side, then he said:  "I gotta go hit on the girl with the big tits now."  And gave me a slap on the ass.  And then he was gone.

3.  After graduation, we would see UC at random events - football games, weddings, etc.  He was invited to our wedding (although I put up a fight for a while), and was more than happy to help us out by picking up Mitch's (absolutely adorable) friend Viking from the airport and driving her around for the weekend.  He continued to paw and hit on her the entire weekend.  I still think Mitch owes her for that.  

4.  Anytime Mitch talks with UC on the phone, he always reminds Mitch to "give Tina a smack on the ass for me".  What a guy.

5.  We saw UC at a wedding a year or so ago.  We immediately saw him, as he waved his Bud Light up in the air from the bar.  At dinner as the red wine was being poured by the wait staff, he commented to the waiter (after he filled his glass with a normal amount of wine):  "Go ahead and top it off, save you a trip".  The guy exudes class.   He also let me know that night that he had moved to Nashville so that he "could figure out a way to make a living playing his guitar".  The guy has marginal musical talent.  Thank goodness I had no wine in my mouth as he said that, as there most assuredly would have been red wine coming out of my nose as I laughed at him.  I still laughed at him.

6.  The most recent encounter was when Mitch texted UC to let him know that I was pregnant.  UC texted back: "That's great! Congratulations!", to which Mitch and I commented that maybe UC was growing up.  Could it be?  Wow, way to go UC!  Then, the follow-up text:  "Good to hear that you're still hitting it".  Nope, still the same guy.  

So back to the t-shirt.  While it is absolutely hilarious (and a little unusual), I'm not sure when I'll wear it.  It's big enough for me to wear during the pregnancy, which is good.  Maybe I'll wear it as a sleeping shirt, but the thought of having UC in my bed is pretty disturbing.

We'll have to wait and see.