Once Upon A Time

This weekend I was graced with the presence of two visitors, one of whom I see from time to time and one of whom I haven't seen in two solid years. Mike Jerman is one of those rare gems, the kind of person who makes an indelible impression, the kind of person who, when you meet up two years later on a Friday night in Union Square is still wearing the same outfit you last saw him in, can still hold a remarkably amusing conversation, and is 110% genuine.

Dave Gilmore is a tried-and-true friend from college, the kind of guy who will burn you a CD when he hears music you may like, the kind of guy who knows what era the Mastadon came from and what kind of flying dinosaur is larger than a Pterodactyl.

I'm not allowed to write about the other David, but he has been plagued with nosebleeds and softball injuries and even he, who has known me since I had braces and bangs and has usually shown very little interest in my friends, joined us for beers.

Sitting at The Quays bar, listening to some hopeless Lilith Fair wannabe sing Alanis DiFranco Non Blondes songs that just make the drunk Irishmen wanna dance (and weep), with three amazing guys from three very different and yet overlapping parts of my life was so surreal. Somehow, the blending of groups of friends always hold the potential for meltdown. But this night was different. As we all laughed and talked (even about sports) I felt a certain amount of pride for the great people in my life, my ability to choose such a range of quality humans. Like any one else, my life has had many chapters. But even with all of the change, the best part is having my favorite characters around.