Last night was supposed to be spent chatting away with vaguely memorable faces at my ten-year high school reunion. I didn’t go for a number of reasons, but regardless, the evening was far from wasted. The early afternoon included a brief, but sweet, caffeinated tour of SE. I dropped Darrin off at the Bachelor Party’s starting point and then stopped for a tasty $5 bowl of noodles and herbs at Pho Hung. Yum.
After a short bit of driving dizziness, Cam and I met for the world’s worst Vodka tonic and some mediocre live music at the Bitter End. We barely finished our beverages and then headed to O’Briens to relive a slice of the past. Tony and his wife, Tammee, met us shortly after we arrived and a steady flow of people seemed to follow. The three-dollar call drinks just kept comin’ and before we knew it, 11 o’clock was just around the corner. We piled into Tammee’s SUV and headed down to Embers for a little dancin’. Our group grew closer together as the love and friendship overflowed. Kisses and good vibes all around. All was well until the dance floor (and drink lines) become packed with wasted bride’s-to-be. I had almost decided to call it a night when I saw Tim out of the corner of my eye. A big hug and some necessary catch-up followed as I attempted to wander onto the dance floor to say my good byes. I caught a taxi right out of the door and arrived home just minutes before Darrin had found his way from Mary’s spot. Both smelling a bit like booze and a lot like smoke, we embraced without hesitation. The night was oddly enough, just what I had hoped for . . . a comfortable blend of fun and “sober” friendship – new and old. Thank you. Here's to another ten years.