A couple of weeks ago I went out for dinner and drinks with an old friend from middle school. Back then when we were 12 or 13 years old, our friendship was born out of a likeness for laughter and silly fun. We kept each other entertained through school, and occasionally our friendship boundaries were blurred when sprinkles of romance interrupted.
Yet somehow over the past two decades, the virtue of our friendship had managed to salvage itself despite scattered yearlong gaps of empty time and seeming nothingness. Through these time gaps, this nothingness, we lived our days in separate, parallel worlds.
But now our life paths have crossed again, and I am ecstatic. I am thoroughly overjoyed and grateful for the resurrection of our friendship, and I know he is too. And when we joke and laugh, our jokes are oftentimes re-recycled jokes from say 1984. But they’re funny as heck. Por ejemplo:
Setting: Border’s Grille • Santa Monica • 10 p.m.
(enter waiter)
Waiter: “Are you guys just about done here?” (points to almost empty plates)
Leslie: “Naw...he’s still pigging out on his food.”
Tory: “Me? Pigging out? You’re the one who just got off of Jenny Craig!”
Leslie & Tory: (guffaw...chuckle...snort)
Waiter: “Touché” (waiter exits)
Okay so that was funny thirteen year-old humor. But it still defines us as friends, and we’re thirty two now. But who cares.
God has blessed us with a friendship that has endured time, and I find much comfort knowing that for as long as our friendship lives, pieces of my past will too. In such a tangible-beseeched world, friendship is so ethereal in quality, that memories are what define it.
So when I laugh with my friend, I’m not only nostalgic of the past, I’m eager for tomorrow’s memories.
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