"My friend DJ, that is..."

Some friends of mine in Vegas are having a huge holiday party -- complete with a bartender and DJ. I told Bricker I was a little sad about being so far away from everyone we know, especially around the holidays (I, myself, being a social butterfly entertained the idea of having a Christmas party here in Salt Lake as I had done in years past in Nevada but then remembered that the party would only consist of me, Bricker and Travis with two six-packs and a bottle of wine -- which would pretty much be the same as our Saturday nights now, but with twinkling lights).

Anyway, he looked up from his homework and said "I'll throw you a party with a DJ." I looked at him quizzically. "Well, my friend DJ."

Not that I ever forgot, but he reminds me at the most random of times why I moved to Utah.