Tonight Mike and I had dinner with one of our best friends from college. We’ve been in touch with him over the years, but sporadically – you all know how that goes. He’s in town working on a project and we managed to get together. He and Mike talk more often and, so, in our later years, Mike knows him best.
When Mike and I walked into the restaurant, Mike immediately said “There’s T.” I looked and I looked and I looked again. I didn’t see T. Ugh. Getting old sucks. T’s formerly black, black hair is WHITE. And it’s super short. And it is receding. I would have walked past him a thousand times!!!!! (Mike and I, with our Get By Free pass on the aging thing cannot relate to any of this.)
Yet, once we all met up and hugged and found a table, it was like 20-ish years had never passed. We were laughing and howling like old, old times. There was actual snorting of beer through a nose. We’ve kept up on each others’ gains and losses and triumphs and tragedies over the years, but there is nothing like sitting down face-to-face. It was a great night – even though much of what we talked about was not great or fun or funny. (T has to clear it with his wife, but I think we’re going to form an old people bagging groceries coalition in another 20+ years – finally a retirement plan that makes sense!) I love knowing someone who knows us so well that we can pick up like we’d all just talked a few days ago. You don’t find too many people in life where that works.
On the way home we had to stop at the pet store, the drug store and at the grocery store (because, really, we are all about glamor) but Mike and I were laughing and still enjoying the night. Thanks T!