Even before they were officially together, I was taking pictures of them and shipping them as a couple. Because I'm a normal person.
They've come a long way from last March, when Emily and I dropped Greg off at a bus stop at the end of the night. I remember explicitly intentionally and obnoxiously ignoring Emily's "OH MY GAWD SARA YOU NEED TO LEAVE US ALONE" eyes and forcing my company upon them until his bus came. And I've been elbowing my way into their love ever since. Only not literally.
My duties as Officially Appointed Third Wheel include:
-chronicling the couple's escapades in an appropriately adorable way
usually this means taking pictures from behind them, leading to a lot of shots of their butts, which is a result I refer to as "unfortunate framing."
-listening to stories of the significant other when they feel particularly lonely (which is most of the time)
-make obligatory gagging noises when either one talks about feelings for the other. It's not my fault if you love my friend and that makes me a little nauseous. Everyone knows my thoughts on love (namely: it's gross.)
-taking the place of the other when they just happen to be permanently living on another continent. This typically manifests in a number of lunch dates and references to a fictional homosexual relationship meant to concern the other, even though the heterosexuality and monogamy of everyone involved is thoroughly established.
In about a month, Greg is visiting Emily's university, meaning I get to utilize my third-wheel skills to their full effect, as the triad will be back together. I'm a little out of practice, I need to train a little in order to fulfill my responsibilities when they are needed.
I think I'll go find a random couple walking around campus, and just throw my arms around their shoulders, and force my way into friendship. It probably helps that its Friday. Drunk people will be easier to befriend.
