Tuesday, April 21, 2015

No Friends Like Old Friends

Last Saturday evening we had a reunion.

It wasn't a big, school-wide reunion, or even a class reunion.  It was a gathering of four friends who hadn't seen each other in about thirty years.

THIRTY YEARS.

Wow.

To be perfectly honest, I was so nervous about seeing the others after so long a time that I had to down a Xanax just to make it out the door.  I am one who firmly believes that people will think the worst of me, regardless of who they are or how long I've known them. I was understandably uncomfortable (neurotic) with the possibility of things not going well.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I could not have been more wrong.

Jan was kind enough to host us at her house.  We all arrived around 6 p.m. with part of dinner, dessert, and bottles of white wine.

Many bottles of white wine.  Big bottles of white wine.

It seems we all like white wine.

It was as if we had never been apart.  We talked and talked and talked some more.  We ate.  We drank.  We caught up on the last thirty years...the good, the bad, and the ugly of it all.

Oh, it was glorious!

And at the end of the evening, after all the talk, all the wine, and all the rest, we vowed to meet again in June.

It was good. Very good, indeed.



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