Four or five “We’ll need a few more minutes, sorry”.
One hastily ordered entrée, I’ll have the eh, uh… steak thingy… yeah that one (turned out to be pretty dang tasty).
Three glasses of pinot grigio sipped slowly- drained a good deal earlier than the conversation.
One waitress who performed an impressive disappearing act around hour two.
At least three “hold that thought, I gotta pee”.
Eight or more stories that began with “So what ever happened to…?”
An entire childhood, two in fact, to reminisce about.
12 years too long between chats.
days until our next get together?
The Not So Fantastic Reality:
The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:
ONE: Sorry guys, but I’m gonna make this one short and sweet since the majority of my energy has been devoted to a long awaited reunion with a high school friend that I haven’t seen… well, since high school. Since the days we used to be inseparable, since the days we played in her parents game room, talked about boys till we couldn’t think of anything else to say, the days where we learned about Biggie Smalls being shot down and we went to my first concert (The Wallflowers, thank you very much). It was awesome catching up with her, I mean we basically lived at each other’s houses, and talking about all those people from the past that made up our world when we were 15 -18 years old. Needless to say, we had a lot to talk about and unfortunately, due to adult (gag me with a pitchfork) responsibilities had to cut short (after only three hours, can you believe it?!?). Anywho, I hope this is the first of many reunions, and Jess- see you soon?
Love & Squirrels.