old friends

it takes a long time to grow an old friend.

john leonard

last night i spent the evening with one of my oldest and dearest friends, talking, drinking, catching up. she lives in colorado and i don't see her nearly as often as i wish i could (of course, i don't see any of my friends as often as i wish i could), but when i do see her we always manage to pick up right where we left off. we went to dinner and then afterwards we came back to my apartment and read through every stupid little note that we had ever passed in middle school and high school, fraught with inside jokes and nonsense words. i laughed till i cried, and then some. we've been through a lot together - stupid jokes, ridiculous mistakes, good times, not so good times - and i've been so blessed to have a friend like her.