My friends hate me. How else can I explain the fact that we live in the same city and hadn't seen each other in almost two years? I have to move away in order for them to finally see me. :P
We all met when we worked together a few years back. Although half of that work time was spent laughing. The place we worked at has since closed and, well, life got in the way. Some of us had babies, some got married, some bought houses and some did all three. You know how that goes. We keep in touch via email but had just not been able to get everyone in the same place at the same time again. A couple of them are lurkers on my blog and better leave a comment.
Anyway, we all got together for dinner tonight. No guys so that we could bash them (kidding) and no kids so that we could have adult conversation. Here's the thing; I hadn't realized how much I'd missed them. I mean, although we hadn't seen each other in a while, we all right away started talking like if we had just spoken yesterday. We didn't even glance at our menus for the longest time so as to not interrupt the conversation. So now I'm leaving and I feel like I wasted time by not getting together with them more often. Three of us have kids that are practically the same age and we could've had play dates too.
We had a very fun time as always. Honestly, I didn't look around to see if there were people around us but I hope we didn't ruin anyone's dinner by laughing too loud. While we were all saying good-bye, they were wishing me luck and we were promising to see each other again when I'm in town. This time I think we mean it.
Now I'm getting a little verklempt, talk amongst yourselves. . . .
feeling: I love my buddies
listening to: some new local rock station