Blast from the Past

Did you ever just have one of those "Holy Sh*t" moments? I had one yesterday.

We were up late on Saturday evening, since the Red Sox game went into extra innings in Ari-freakin'-zona. I think we finally fell asleep around 2:30am.

I awoke at 9:00 and checked my email and lo and behold, I had a very important message from an old friend. Todd.

Todd and I met when we were sophomores at Manhattan College. He was a transfer student, and was one of Joe's housemates. Joe introduced me to him and he was a lot of fun and eventually became one of the group of people I surrounded myself with--all quality. Todd was my date to the Jolly Jasper Jingle (aka Christmas Ball) our junior year.

Todd was in DC. For about another 8 hours. And he wanted to see us.

Well, there was no question. The last time I saw him was in April of 1998. Joe hadn't seen him since May 1997. We quickly made plans and got together.

It was like those 10 years evaporated. It was so much fun. We reminisced about things we'd done, people we'd known, and it was way too short--only 3 hours.

Todd is living and working now in Sri Lanka, and is just here till July 8th, so I doubt I'll get to see him again for a while. He'll be there until December and then has to decide what to do next. He may move to DC. I don't know if we could stand to have that much fun together. The three of us, it was almost as good as being back at college.

So tonight I'm grateful for old friends. Because sometimes there's just no one else you can rely on to understand the you that you were before you became the person you are now--and no amount of story telling can bring that person back. It was so much fun to giggle over the 21 year old Sue, Joe, and Todd. It was a most special afternoon. I treasure those 3 hours already.

(Yeah, I'm feeling mushy and sentimental. Get over it.)