A lifelong buddy who now lives in Arizona and who we haven’t seen in years sent me a text that he was back in town for the weekend and wanted to meet for a pint.
I was so excited I booked a time with him, completely forgetting that we’d also planned a family supper for my son’s 15th birthday! (Oops!)
Once Shea gently (?) reminded me that my son’s birthday was more important than drinking with an old buddy, I pushed back our meeting time and we were able to get together at Bushwakkers.
And as is the case when I gather with friends so often these days, there were some common topics of conversation:
* our respective Covid experiences (the differences he experienced living in Arizona were *very* fascinating to hear about)
* our parents’ health
* our own health
* how are kids are doing
* updates on how various friends-in-common are doing: who’s married, who’s divorced. Who has kids, who doesn’t. Who’s employed, who got laid off or is unemployed. Even sadly, who’s alive and who died.
* Although it’s not imminent, our long term retirement plans.
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