I was spending the weekend with him in Oklahoma and we’d gone out to dinner with Joker, Dani, Easy, and Thor. I was slowly eating my way through the Oklahoma barbecue scene and this place might have been my favorite of all the restaurants we’d gone to. The brisket was one of the best things I’d ever eaten and the baked beans were to die for. I could have written poems about the coleslaw. I was surprised at how much fun I was having, at how seamlessly the group fit together. Dani and Joker were adorable as a couple, and I’d pretty much decided I wanted to be them when I grew up. Even though they’d been married for a while, they still looked like they were newlyweds in love. They held hands and finished each other’s sentences in a way that was cute rather than annoying. The guys talked about flying for the most part, and I’d gotten used to the fact that most of our conversations revolved around jets. When it was just the two of us, Noah kept the fighter pilot talk to a minimum, but when he was around his bros, they all basically geeked out on it.
