Kent was my best man at my wedding. However I was not his best man. He made a big mistake. In every wedding I've been to in which I was not the best man, the groom get divorced. My cousin Gene, my college friend Brian (twice), and Kent.
The moral here ? If you want me to be in your wedding - make sure I'm the best man!
Here's a great story about Kent when he came to California during my college years. We went skiing in Big Bear. He never went skiing before. As we got up on the ski slope, here's how the conversation went after we got on the ski lift.
"Is this the bunny slope?"
"Yeah"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah....don't worry, we can get off at the first stop."
"Wait...the first stop is over there....we're going up this steep mountain.....Argghh....oh shit...this isn't the bunny slope..."
"Ahhh....oh well...fuck the bunny slope!"
We went up to the very top of the mountain and he looked down the steep ravine and said "Oh shit..." while I was laughing. And guess what ? He learned to ski really fast and did just dandy!
