Thanks to Facebook, I recently got back in touch with some classmates that I lost track of after graduation. Last fall, we started talking about the possibility of meeting up and catching up. I was actually the one to push the issue (me? timid little me?), and we agreed to get together in Harrisburg in early February for dinner and a few drinks.
I’ve kept in touch with 2 of the girls since we graduated from high school–Lori was my roommate in college for 3 years, Amy has been one of my very best friends since third grade, and both were in our wedding. But none of the 3 of us kept in contact with the other 3, and none of the other 3 kept in contact with each other. Make sense?
We met at the Appalachian Brewing Company, and by the time the waitress came back to the table with our drinks, it was like it was the late 80’s/early 90’s all over again. We’ve all changed with time, but inside we’re all the same. The connections were still there. I was interested and fascinated with what they’ve done with their lives. We gabbed and gabbed and yelled and laughed loudly and long (thankfully the place was huge and noisy), interrupted each other mid-story, and re-lived the good ol’ days. We sat there for over 3 hours and not ever was there a moment of awkwardness or silence or uncomfortableness.
It has been SEVENTEEN years since we’ve all been in the same room together, but we didn’t miss a beat. We’re already planning our next get-together, and since we’re all still in the PA/MD area, there’s really not an excuse for us to NOT see each other every few months or so.