(Bosom) Friend Fridays: Hunter Lane

On my 25th birthday, I was hanging off the back of a boat on Lake Washington, all barfy and miserable.  But without that wretched experience, I never would have met the boat owner – who later, after I moved to Nashville, put me in touch with Hunter Lane.

And now that I know Hunter Lane, I would do it all over again.

I know, I know – who am I, Nicolas Sparks?  So DRAMATIC.

But truly, here’s what I love about Hunter: the man is consistent.  He knows what he likes, and he sticks to those things.  Hunter likes running, beer, baseball, canoeing, girls, and grilling out – any combination of those things results in him being happy.

He is one of the most loyal friends I know – steady and reliable and kind.  In a crowd, he doesn’t look around for someone better to talk to – if you are someone that Hunter cares about, he gives you the time of day.  He has helped me shop for running shoes and hiking gear, hung pictures on the walls of the JAM House (may she rest in peace), and tried to make me a sports fan – to no avail, but still.  He is a really, really wonderful friend.

And… today is his birthday!  Happy birthday, Hunter – Nashville would be less without you, and so would my life.