Weekend Plans Post: Visiting Friends For The First Time Again
We moved here back in 1990, back when I was going to be a senior in high school. On one level, it kinda was a bummer. I said goodbye to all of my friends that I’d made over the years I’d lived in New York. On another level, it was an opportunity. Hey! Make new friends!
Well, one of the things I learned was that it’s hard to make new friends. Now, keep in mind, it’s possible… but everybody I was friends with had been friends with each other for years. Sometimes many years. They had shared stories and shared victories and shared tragedies and I was The New Guy. But Good folks is good folks and I found some of them and I made some friends that year. One of whom, I still play D&D with on Saturday Nights (or did, until the Global Pandemic). Another is one of the married couples that we go over to their house and just sit and eat and laugh and talk about hair metal and guns and high school.
Well, it’s the latter who invited us to come over and grill some meat and we’d sit outside, socially distanced, and we’d eat and we’d talk about hair metal and guns and high school.
Now, these are good friends. We were there within hours of their firstborn entering the world and we didn’t know what to do so we brought a bucket of chicken. This turns out to have been the best possible thing we could have brought them at this point in time. We sat with our friends, holding their newborn baby, that first Friday after 9/11 and we sat and talked about the future. A few months later, for the kiddo’s first birthday, we bought several Hawaiian shirts, from size 0-3 months, 3-6 months, 6-12 months, 2 years old, 3 years old, 4 years old, and 5 years old. All of these shirts, apart from the size, were identical in pattern. The joke we made as they looked up at us confused was “We wanted him, in 20 years, to look at the pictures from his childhood and ask ‘why am I wearing the same shirt for 5 years in a row?'” When Diary of a Wimpy Kid came out with its first book, we bought it and gave it to him for Christmas. Since then, every year, he’s gotten a Diary for a Wimpy Kid book for Christmas (he got the last one while he was away at college… we tucked an Amazon gift card in there).
So these are friends that we’ve had for a while and these are friends that are tight.
AND THIS FIRST MEETING BACK TOGETHER AGAIN WAS SO STRESSFUL!
Oh my gosh. We sat on the couch and it was weird. I felt like asking “So… what’s your favorite color?” because, seriously, I was so happy to see them and so happy to be back in their house and talking to them and hearing stories about how their kid was doing off at college… but I had no idea how to talk to my dear friends anymore. HOW IN THE WORLD DO PEOPLE TALK TO EACH OTHER?
We went with the old standby of “what have you been up to?” but that only went so far, given that there’s a global pandemic and everybody’s doing their best to stay safer-at-home.
So we ate and talked about hair metal and guns and high school. And it was nice.
But this weekend will be spent recovering. Because, seriously, that was stressful.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Peekaboo”, taken by Maribou.)