Reunions
A reunion manages to throw such a change-up, a bit of hope and happiness and a bit of loss and sadness. You see people you grew up with, people you kept in touch with maybe, people you lost touch with, some gladly, some regrettably. At the reunion, missed opportunities, both real and imaginary, are seen, envisioned more clearly by enhancing hindsight's 20/20 vision with the Gallo brothers' finest rose colored glasses, no doubt.
First you have to make contact. Are you more capable of maintaining contact years later? Will it be meaningful? Fulfilling?
What if someone else makes contact? Are you capable of keeping it up? Do you even want to? If not, how do you get out of it, or do you develop some sort of relationship because you missed out on others and you feel guilty somehow?
Will returning to a past relationship fit the same way, even though both people are probably quite changed, and the period of time sure is?
Will you be satisfied by simply trying, even if it turns out to best remain a memory?
Or can you find solace in the present?
Last night, I stepped out of the house, sky nearly cloudless, stars bright and plentiful, moon sitting high, air rain-cleaned and brisk. Not terribly cold, but terribly idyllic. Momentarily, I yearned for a few choice friends and brothers with warm jackets, enough Adirondack chairs and a fifth or two of Williams or Dickel.
And what has passed and what hasn't doesn't really seem as daunting anymore.
Replies: 2 comments
I still think the blonde chick is hot and would fuck her.
Posted by @ 12/03/04 10:07 a.m. ET
Bring on the Dickel.
Posted by @ 12/02/04 9:10 a.m. ET