Sunday, September 6, 2009

Old Friends

"I was told love should hold old friends."
        - EBTG, Old Friends

Just wrapped up a small party at the house celebrating the successive Virgo birthdays in the group. Considering how anal-retentive that Zodiac sign is and how much at cross-purposes it is with mine, it's surprising to realize how I have so many enduring friends born under its influence.

Truth be told, I wasn't too keen earlier on having company over, grousing over my impending deadlines and the fact that my lazy ass still won't kick into full-on work mode.

The highlight of the evening seemed to be everyone commenting on how skinny I now look. Take note: skinny, not lean. Skinny. I stopped counting at the 7th person who commented. Lucky 7 and  all that.

Coming from a bunch of old friends I hadn't seen in quite a long while - and who have packed on some pounds in the interim - I suppose I should've been flattered. But since my current slenderness is not the product of hours at the gym but rather a combination of stress, lack of drinking, and my general disdain for food, I wasn't exactly jumping for joy.

I was ready to spend the night resentfully nursing my Royal Tru-Orange while everyone else got tipsy on red wine, but was pleasantly surprised as the evening progressed to realize I was laughing. Again. After a long, long while. I'd forgotten the sound of my own infamously-boisterous laughter.

We talked, and talked, about this and that. We marveled at their pre-teen kids and my now-teenaged nephews. We spoke of ghosts and politics, of the Great American Depression, of my desire to stage Dangerous Liaisons with an all-gay male cast.  We talked of many things, of cabbages and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot. And whether pigs have wings.

And I laughed and I guffawed, snorted and bellowed. And all without a drop of alcohol in me. I had never really needed the aid of drink to be loquacious, for even sober I'd often be so manic people thought I was high. But that seemed such a long, long time ago.

Tonight, without distilled spirits, in the company of old friends, I distilled my fractured thoughts into an epiphany clearer than vodka. I saw my friends and myself not through a glass, darkly, but face to face. Now some things I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

Obviously, I'm not drunk. Just happy, for a few short hours, to be the man-child I once was. In the company of old friends who knew me when.

It was good to see them again.
It was good to be me again.


  1. And I'm glad that for a moment, you found yourself again.

    Birthday greetings to those Virgos around you.

  2. here! here! let's toast with that royal tru orange of yours...

  3. tap on the shoulder

    be strong.


  4. @period.

    Hello there! Why do your words freak me out? Or am I just paranoid?

  5. i like hanging out with old friends. reliving the glory days and all. thats so much fun.

    btw, thanks for visiting my blog.

  6. these thoughts, and you're not even buzzed? i wanna learn how to do that :)