Today, I spent the afternoon with my buddy (Lawrence) and his wife (Mrs. Buddy). I’d heard they were having a little family get-together and, well, considering myself family, I decided to attend. Festivities officially got underway after 1 p.m., but official start times are for suckers. If got there early so that I could scope out the eats and squirrel away the choice cookies and dessert squares.
As most of you probably don’t know, Lawrence is my oldest and dearest buddy, our friendship stretching way back to high school when I first encountered him, indirectly, during a gym class football game. Our Phys Ed teacher, playing quarterback of course, feathered a touch pass my way as I was running a slant route across the middle of the field. The ball bounced off my hands, and dropped to the ground. “Nice catch, Lawrence,”he snarked. “Lawrence?”I wondered. “Who’s Lawrence?”
Well, actually, it wasn’t Lawrence back then. Back in high school, before the name change, it was…something else. I can’t recall. But I do remember he had to change it to avoid confusion with some other similarly named individual, though far more famous individual. I think it was C3PO.
Anyway, all that to say we eventually did meet and have remained good friends ever since. Whenever I’m in town, getting together is always a top priority so that we can reconnect, rehash old times, and cackle incessantly at each other’s jokes, much to the chagrin of our weary significant others. And so it was today, between lasagna and homemade cheesecake squares. We had a few laughs, he gave me the grand tour of the renovations being done to his place (and some of the treasures unearthed in the process: vintage hockey cards, an old Batman relic, a mummified ear!), and proudly showed off some of his painstakingly assembled collections (champagne bottles, fridge magnets, back issues of Redbook!).
Good times, good times!
Ah, this takes me back to my buddys’ wedding – lovingly captured in these two blog entries:
More good times, good times!