I had a roommate in seminary whose name was Joe Obermeyer. We called him Jober. He was a good friend.
We used to go on guy dates all the time. Subway was an occasional spot but we found ourselves eating tacos and drinking margaritas as Los Aztecas quite a bit. On weeks that Nora worked the weekend, we would have our guy time; when she was available, he would often join us for dinner.
I spent a lot of time in the Jober. We were younger guys, I was unmarried and him single, our ministries were both local, and we found ourselves with a small amount of free time that others in our seminary community didn’t have.
Long story short, we spent a lot of time together.
All of that was to tell this story. This was around the time that “Bad Romance” had gotten popular and we had a song that we sang together constantly that went something like this:
WOAHOAHOAHOAHOAHOAHOAHOAHOAHOAH! Caught in a bad bromance!
It was our theme song. As we marched into the Mexican restaurant, cheap margaritas and tacos on our minds, this song was always on our lips. I’m pretty sure our roommate Matt, Nora, and anyone else who had to hear us this these few lyrics sang over and over again wanted to murder us, but we sang it forever.
I miss my friend. He is rocking it in North Dakota, living the dream and serving God, so we don’t get to see each other very often, but it is always a great time when we do.
I will always remember my “Bad Bromance” and the stupid song rewrite that we did. I’m sure more than a view people had honest considerations of murder.
But it is such a good memory. Nothing big, nothing crazy, just brings a smile to my face.
To cheap Mexican food and margaritas!