last night i cried.  actually i cried quite a bit but no one could tell. it was dark and people were laughing, including me.   was i sad?  no.  wistful, maybe?  yes!, wistful is the right word.  in the middle of all the laughter i started to miss those days when laughing with my friends was the only priority i had to worry about.  i cried for that.  god, i’m such a fag!

so last night anthony and i finally got to meet up with my dear friends.  we had been planning this for almost a month and the waiting was starting to wear on me.  i had let myself fall out of touch with these friends for so many years and now, deep inside me i was like a little kid impatiently waiting for the first day of summer vacation.  the day when there would be nothing to worry about, no schedules to follow, no rules to obey; just fun and laughter with your friends.  my reunion last night was exactly that, but better.  it wasn’t just fun and laughter with my friends; our group now included spouses and kids, even if it was just photos of the kids.

what an ass i have been for taking their friendships for granted.  i should have treasured, more, these precious gems of my childhood.  i should have kept in touch with them.  luckily, i have been blessed with their enduring presence in my life.  these gems that i call my friends still shine for me and glimmer for me and mesmerize me and captivate me.  you know i do have a penchant for shiny things.  you, too, should always keep a stash of them around.  trust me.  you’ll thank me later.  you’re welcome.